Under the Starry Sky

There once was a girl who loved the sound of the piano. She lived in a house far removed from others with her loving father. Her name was Lowa, and she so desperately wanted to make music with her fingers. While sitting in front of the open fire, she turned to her father and asked for a simple request.

“Dad, may I have a piano for my next birthday?”

Her father looked at her and thought about this. Lowa fidgeted in her sitting position, she was anxious for a yes.

“Tell you what,” He says with a loving and warm smile,

“When the skies light up in the dark and the air becomes warm, then I will get you a piano.”

Lowa smiled ear to ear. When the air grew warm and the skies lit up in the dark...it did not take much for her to figure out when her piano would arrive. As she turned back and looked into the fire, watching the flames dance with grace and crackle with each sway, she started to imagine how she would play on the piano. What tunes would she choose to play? She turned back to her father.

“Dad, who will teach me to play?”

“Yes, I can teach you.” He said.

“There is a specific piece I know you will love to hear and adore playing.”

“Can we start now?”

“Sure we can.”