"A Love for Music" by Zachary Pohlman

 An eerie sound lurked throughout the house.

This sound, silence, was heard upstairs… downstairs… everywhere.

A sense of sadness came over him as he listened to the sound.

He longed for his love… his love of music.

Walking into the next room, he found there, sitting alone, an old, dusty piano.

Very deliberately, he brushed off the dust from the keys

So that the ivories were showing; all eighty- eight of them.

He pounded  a G sharp with his finger, only to be disappointed by the eerie sound of silence.

Next came a B flat with the same, almost depressing result.

After attempting to play many melodies without the satisfaction of their ring,

He gloomily stayed seated on the piano bench.

After some time had passed, he decided to play and play, but with no sound.

Then something happened…

The room went dark. No sound, no sight.

He woke up terrified by his nightmare.

Then Beethoven realized that although it was a dream, his nightmare was real.

“Fine” he thought, “take my hearing… ”

“But you cannot take my love for music.”