I can still feel the faint brush of the two colored keys, black-and-white patterns remain drilled into my head. The sound of high and low notes are like ringing bells; loud and never ending. I crave to hear the sound of the keys once more, for the something that I will never forget. I can still recall the day was take it from me, the music. What once was days filled with laughter and the joys of loud pounding piano, is now silent days is filled with nothing but dark hallways and the casual creek of the house. I can still recall, straight and tall, thin shadows I have fallen in ships of black-and-white, and the beautiful melodies and a winter night. What then was music, is now only silence.