The Boy and His Piano

When the boy was very young, his parents took him to a piano factory for the first time. Pianos of that era, even second-hand ones, were like elusive luxuries, glowing with a pearlescent luster that was both real and illusory. The parents were chatting in low voices with the store clerk. The boy was looking around and saw the piano placed against the wall at a glance. He stepped forward, stretched out his little hand and touched the piano body in awe. The piano is noble and beautiful, like a prince in black dress, proudly but tenderly responding to the child's touch.