She sat at the piano and looked at the keys without really understanding them.
They shone beneath the lamp that hung overhead. She swayed in the chair to watch the light dance across them.
“Press one, Amelie. See what happens.”
She pressed a heavy key down and giggled as the note rang out.
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Seventy six years later, she sat at the piano and looked at the keys without really understanding them.
Hands she didn’t recognise placed her own on the keys.
“Play Moonlight Sonata for us, mum. Please. Let me give you the first note.”
That was all she needed.
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