The keys give.

Under the weight of her fingers, 

they fold and make one sound, 

then one more, 

and as she moves down the line, 

getting a feel for the beautiful instrument, 

many more notes fill the air.

They permeate it with their soft tones 

of love and friendship, 

and then the darker, more sinister tones 

of betrayal and deceit... 

hate and anger and bitter sadness,

but still this beautiful instrument is hers to use, 

hers to conduct as she pleases.

Her head bows as she hits the lower notes, 

speaking with music 

of hard times and regret, 

then lifts back up 

with a smile 

as she finally ends with a happy ending, 

light and love in her life 

once more.