From the Heavens Above
Gentle music played which filled the sad, empty room. As Colin touched every key, a shiver tingled down his weak, white fingertips. The large room made it even harder to hide his empty, heartbroken soul. Yet the pitch black room felt like he was walking up to heaven as it sparkled above him. Colin crouched to look at the carving of his wife’s name, which was covered over with dust. As he did, tears swept across the piano, which revealed the name with sorrow.
The ring on his finger was wet with tears as they dropped off his cheek with sadness. Then Colin felt his heart warm up, as he played his gorgeous wife her favourite song. Colin felt his wife’s presence then, as he peered over, a sweet smell of rose petals went up his nose. Like a soft kitten against his face, she kissed him like no other person could.
Quickly sweeping away the tears, he remembered the joy of his wedding day. The band was playing blissful music as he danced the night away, holding his wife’s hand as he did so. The crowd roared at the sight of their wonderful dance moves. Hungrily licking their lips, the sweet smell of the three tiered lemon cake tingled up their noses and made them shiver.
Colin looking into her baby blue eyes as they twinkled like stars above. Her hair was so perfect it smelt like sweet smelling strawberries wrapped in sugar. As she looked at him, her cheeks lit up with joy and then she leant over and gave Colin everything his wished for: happiness. Everything was perfect, and then came the rain. Colin and Josephine ran outside holding hands. Everything was just so until he found himself wet with tears. At the piano.
Suddenly Colin felt a hard metal helmet on his head. Men were yelling in all directions so they could warn their friends to make way from crashing bombs. Colin ran over dodging gun shots on his way.
Rupert was waiting for the signal and as Colin approached him he made sure he had a bullet left. Colin gave him a pitiful nod and quickly checked he was ready. But was he did so, a powerful breeze of gunpowder hit him. He lifted his head. Rupert was lying flat on the floor, dripping with blood.
Colin raced over shivering with fear. He gently lifted Rupert on his knee, feeling like hell. Rupert touched Colin’s hand, then his eyes shut. Everything around him fell silent. The air went cold. Colin had never felt so guilty.
Colin looked up and realised he was back at the piano. Immediately the vibrant blue bow caught his eye which has been part of a present for his eighth birthday. His eight year old soul picked up the present, with joy filling his heart in all directions. Colin was amazed with the gift. He picked it up so slowly as if he thought one speck of water would damage it. Colin felt overjoyed with happiness, so without a second to spare, he jumped onto his new wooden horse. He named him Robin because he had a maroon coloured ribbon. Colin galloped away as if he was a cowboy.
Slowly the memory of his eighth birthday faded away into pure memory as tears trickled down his face. Suddenly a gleaming peach face was coming towards him. This time Colin knew this was real because of the cheeky little smile, the rosy but chubby cheeks and the big and bushy brown hair. He knew it was Tom. Tom, his eight year old grandson was trotting around the stunning black piano. He hopped around and quickly plopped himself down on the comfy stool.
“Tom,” said Colin.
“Will you play with me? It was your grandmother’s favourite song,” hoped Colin.
Then they both started playing blissful music and gave the best smile ever.
In the centre of an enormous gloomy room sat Gerald. From above, the old flickering light shimmered in the darkness, onto Gerald. He carefully lifted up his wife’s piano lid as a short smile came across his miserable face. Gerald gently pressed the marshmallow coloured keys with the edge of his fingertips. Memories came flooding back to him as he thought ‘I must play on for my wife Rosemary.’ As his eyes turned to puddles, rain drops splashed onto the top of the piano. Roaring music filled the mysterious room. But all Gerald wanted was the missing piece of his melancholy life.
Gerald instantly remembered this was the song that his wife taught him to play as he started to imagine she appeared next to his despairing body. She drifted up close to her piano. While she was playing a perfect song, Gerald’s hope went sky high. His wife (with no warning) pressed her lips against Gerald’s thrilled face, and vanished. Gerald scanned the room for a sign of life. His wife was gone; he was all alone again.
A low miserable, heartbroken Gerald simply remembered the time he and his wife first saw each other’s faces. It was love at first sight as he and his wife strolled along the hills. Gerald, rapturous as a rabbit receiving a carrot, gave Rosemary a gentle kiss on her ecstatic face. As the big, bright sun was setting, Gerald stopped and stared into Rosemary’s twinkling sea blue eyes. He bent down on one knee and that’s where it all began.
Delighted, they skipped through the maze. It suddenly struck Gerald that he would never, ever be a groom again after this wedding as Rosemary was the one.
The memory soon dimmed out of his mind. Gerald opened his eyes. There he was still playing the piano. His life had changed forever.
As he carried on playing, Gerald glanced at his right wrist. There lying on top of his wrist was a scar. Gerald’s mind slowly drifted off into World War 1. He was sheltering with one of his friends behind a crumbling old wall. The sounds of BANG! POP! BOOM! surrounded them. Gerald, unsure, nodded his head as if he was the slowest snail in the universe. His friend Tom braced himself as he slowly and steadily appeared into his foe’s sight. BANG! POP! BOOM! Tom fell with a heavy thud to the dried up ground. There he lay, staring up at Gerald, unseeing. Gerald leapt for his dearest friend and started to hold him in his trembling arms.
“Remember me Gerald. Tell my wife and kids I will always love them. Thank you Gerald; you’re my dearest friend,” Tom wept. Tears beamed out of guilt as he best friend slowly got taken away from him. Ashamed, he was filled with sadness. After all it was really his fault.
Feeling sick, crystal clear tears came sprinting down his melancholy face. As the memory came out of his confused little brain, once again Gerald sat amazingly still playing the piano.
Gerald’s heart stopped after seeing a little toy horse he had received from his hero, the man who had inspired him to be in the army; Jimmy, his granddad. His mind began, with no warning, to go back to seventy two years earlier…
25th August 1900.
Gerald bent down on his skinny little legs as some arms began to reach out towards him with a rather large box.
“It’s from your Granddad Jimmy. He said to give it to you before he died from his coma,” explained his mother. Gerald’s face lit up, thinking what was in there and why would he give it to me? Is it expensive? As he tore the box open, Gerald was delighted. He started to play with his new toy horse and treasured it in his arms as if it was his Granddad Jimmy and he didn’t want to let it go.
Suddenly Gerald’s memory flickered away as real life entered the room. There was Jake, his grandson, galloping around like an extremely hyper horse. Gerald gave a very rare expression, an expression Gerald rarely used: a happy, proud smile.
“Jake my boy, why don’t you come and gallop up to Rosemary’s piano, so you can press your favourite key. The last one,” Gerald joyfully exclaimed. Jake hopped onto the little stool next to his granddad Gerald.
“Granddad Gerald, you’re my hero and when I’m older I’m going to join the army like you did!” beamed Jake. As the song came closer and closer to the end, a bigger and bigger smile erupted on Gerald’s face. His fingertips stopped playing the piano as Jake’s hand carefully pressed the last key. Their heads slowly twisted round to look at each other; big bright smiles came across their faces. The missing piece of Gerald’s body was back. Well for now it was…
William, the old man, scanned the huge, black, empty room. His soul was full of loneliness. Focusing on the keys he was gently touching with his wrinkled fingers, he sighed. The spotlight was on him. As white as a ghost, a crystal clear tear suddenly dropped from his face. He instantly drooped down as a heavy weight pressed on his shoulders.
The music filled the miserable room echoing loudly against shadowed walls. Gently, the music played while his wedding ring flashed in his white ghostly face. Depression filled his black soul as his eyes twinkled on the dusty piano.
William played gently on his thick dusty piano with the music echoing around the shadowed room. Beneath his feet the vibrations tickled him slowly. As his soul filled the dark, empty room, his wife blissfully kissed him, swiping her lips against his rosy cheeks. In amazement he glanced back over his shoulders and she slowly began to disappear. William remembered the kiss and it was meant to never be forgotten...
Wiping his tears away, William remembered the day they got married as he wound down the window. Smells of beautiful flowers drifted into their faces. He lifted his arm across he shoulder. As the water fountain rippled down, they strolled down the path with the wind blowing gracefully through Mary's hair. The bright yellow sun was beaming on her diamond earrings that he gave her. When they finally sat down on soft green grass, William luxuriously pulled a dark red little box out of his pocket and proposed to Mary, who had a rapturous smile on her face.
They went on a calm and peaceful boat ride. They celebrated their marriage with a glass of clear champagne and watched the thrilling dolphins pop out of the deep, blue lake. Pleased, they eventually climbed out of the white boat. Holding hands, they cheerfully skipped away into the stunning sunset. Then they went for a delicious bite to eat. They had a 'Seafood Delight' which is: prawns topped with fresh green salad and fish layered on the top. They were MARRIED! (At last).
Suddenly he snapped out of his happy dream. His eyes were still twinkling as he played the sound over and over again. The darkness slowly seeped into and filled his black soul. Deep inside, he was filled with sadness. Bursting out, a clear tear dropped from his red face and with shaking hands he played on.
William continued playing roughly though his heart was still pounding. Hos mind stopped for a second, and he drifted into a frightening scene. He found himself running furiously along a muddy track. His helmet was shaking on his small delicate head. Smells of oil filled his mouth. Looking around him he saw sadness starting to fill the world. Taking it carefully, he banged his head on the rock hard wall. Placing his ear on the half broken wall, he listened to the deep footsteps beginning to walk faster and faster. looking down at the ground he quickly nodded to his friend across from him. John leaped towards the enemies, his heart beating fast. 1 shot. Dead. William was too afraid to move.
Eventually he ran to the still figure of his lost friend. He mumbled to him: "John, please wake up." Not a murmur was heard. Holding him gently, he rocked him, thinking about all the good times they had had together. He felt so guilty, regrets flew towards him. He knew it was time to say goodbye.
Instantly William was back at his lovely piano. Another memory was triggered. He could see the thick dusty horse which was sitting in the squished corner. His mind wound back to when he was five years old; sixty years ago...
A big gentle arm reached out passing a box to the excited young boy. His heartbeats quickly sprang up, filled with joy. Unfolding the present carefully, he peaked into the box. Suddenly he saw a wooden horse. He softly took it out of the box and placed it on the shimmery floor. Round and round he went faster and faster. Slowing down, he took a deep breath because he felt exhausted and stroked the horse very gently. The bumps of the smooth wood massaged his hand. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his hand; he had a splinter.
Immediately he snapped out of the memory. Taking deep breaths, a strong tear fell onto the dusty piano.
The sound of joyful laughter filled the echoing room. William suddenly snapped out of his dream, and came back to real life. Staring, elated, at his grandson, Michael, a big cheesy grin appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Ha, you've found my old horse. I've had that since I was five years old," explained William proudly.
Michael looked up slowly, interested to hear more about the very old horse. But William started to play on the piano again. Michael knew that William had lost his heart because his wife had died a few months before. So Michael knew his task was to mend his grandfather's heart.
Michael blissfully skipped over to the piano and jumped up on the squidgy piano bench. After a while, delightedly, William pulled a big smile. Michael's task was complete!
One despairing year later, William passed away, buried next to his wonderful wife. The piano was left in the same place, alone in the large, empty room.
By Ella A
George, the old lonely man, sat on his piano stool opening the dusty top of the black piano. In the big, dark, empty room he played his music beautifully. He pressed the keys like a professional pianist. His face was full of sorrow and sadness. George played the song because it was his wife’s favourite. He played it all the time.
As he continued to play he imagined his wife was there beside him. She gently took George’s hand and together they played the most beautiful music. He no longer felt alone as she gave him the last kiss, then faded away.
The isolated twitter from a black bird swept George back to the place he met Sylvia. She dropped her scarf on the grass and he said:
“Lady you dropped your scarf!”
She turned around slowly and George thought “Wow! She’s gorgeous.”
After he gave the scarf to her, they went to sit down. They both listened to the calm waterfall and the glistening wave as it rippled in the sunlight. As a dove flew down to sit on the bench, they smiled and then he said: “Will you marry me?”
“I will,” she replied.
Slowly the memory faded and George found himself back at the piano. His graceful fingers touched the old keys as he continued to play. Suddenly he felt the weight of the helmet bearing down on him. Gunshots were shooting in all directions. He went to the safety of the giant wall. His friend ran up in front of him. George felt a sense of relief that he was safe at the wall. After George nodded to his friend, he ran out. His friend shot at the enemy. They shot back. Thump! The man fell to the ground and died. George didn’t know it would be the last time he would see his friend.
Closing his eyes for a second, the memory faded away. Back on the piano stool, he scanned the quiet room. As he glanced into the corner of the room he saw his old toy. His memories went back to the day when he opened the shiny blue ribbon, lifted the top off and gasped with excitement. He lifted the hobby horse carefully out of the box. His face lit up with wonder as he ran around the piano with joy and happiness. He galloped for hours and hours cheerfully imaging riding over the hills all day long.
The sound of happy laughing from his grandson, as he saw his old hobby horse, gave George pleasure. Watching Jack playing with his favourite toy, from when he was young, made George feel special inside. Jack hopped off the precious horse, laid it down gently, and smiled. He then went to sit at the piano stool with his granddad and started the play the music again. They felt precious and special together.
As the old man looked around, music filled and covered the room. A sad, lonely song was spilling out from the keys and notes were wrapping themselves around the old man, leaving his heart full of sorrow. Glinting, the ring on the old man’s finger sparked as he played. Feelings were swarming in his mind; sadness, lonelyness, anxiety. All alone, he let his emotions fall through his music. Trying to stay strong, tyring to find courage and holding back tears, he felt empty. Breathing deeply, he pressed his white bony fingers against the keys making the most beautiful magic there is, music.
As the old man finished his last note, a cold breeze blew through an open window. His mind turned back like a clock being wound round as he remembered a cold, snowy evening he shared with his wife. Snow was pelting down heavily, lashing on the window screen, making soft patterns like little dancers. The man sat in the passengers seat while his wife slowly turned the steering wheel, driving the car along the icy lane. As the car turned the corner a loud bang was heard; the car stopped. The couple turned to look at each other, then with broad grins on their faces they put on their coats and ran out of the car. Icicles hung on every rooftop and snow swirled round and round the couple like a giant helter skelter slide, soaking them. Being careful not to slip on the ice covered roads, the couple ran quicklyon, ducking and avoiding the bare leafless trees. Feeling wonderful, the couple had soon come to a small town, covered in snow like a winter wonderland. About to cross a road the couple held hands tightly stepped onto the pavement just as the truck passed them making a cold icy wave rush over them soaking them from head to toe. The man looked down at his wife, and despite everything that had happened, she smiled brightly. He closed his eyes for a second and when they opened once again he was back by the piano.
The old man began playing once more. The same song filled the room; the old man never got tired of it as it was his wifes favourite. Louder and louder the song grew as the old man played on. Just then a smell of smoke came wafting through the window and the old man’s head began to get heavy. BANG! Suddenly a gunshot was being fired, the man was running along a darkened path, his colleague just beside him. BANG! Another shot was heard only this time it was closer. Smoke filled the air and the rumbling of the trucks shook the earth. Shouts were heard all around and a slight sickly feeling filled the man’s stomach. BANG! Once again a shot was heard teaming up with a loud blood curdling scream. The man and his colleague hid behind what was once a brick wall, now only a small square peice of brick. They waited for a second and almost immediately the man signalled for his colleague to shoot. His colleague shot at the enemy with an almighty blast, but at that second there was a CRACK! And the man’s colleague fell to the floor.
The old man slowly came back to real life, still playing the piano. Trying to forget the memory, the old man looked around the bare, quiet room in which he was playing. A small but long sky, blue box was in the corner tied up with a deeper blue ribbon. Another memory began to enter his head.....
A small seven year old boy was sitting down on his knees, colour flaring his cheeks. Kind, gentle hands reached down and placed a long blue box infont of the small boy. Eagerly the little boy opened up the box, being careful not to rip it. Inside was a carved wooden toy horse complete with wheels at the bottom. The boy’s heart began to beat faster than ever before. He stroked the glossy toy with admiration in his eyes, then stood up and began to ride. Round and round he galloped, his eyes sparkling. He felt like he could ride forever and ever.
Squeaking noises brought the old man back. There, running around the room with a bright smile on his face, was the old man’s grandson. He was riding around and round the piano on non other than the old wooden horse. Smiling, the old man watched his grandson play as he soon drew nearer to the end of his song. Notes began flying around and the old man’s grandson began to run faster and faster. Music, squeeking and laughed all clashed and collided together. And even though it was a bit noisy, the old man thought it was the best sound in the world. All the bad things he had thought were now beginning to fade away. The old man smiled as his grandson put down the horse and leapt up onto the piano stool next to the old man. Grinning, the old man let grandson push the last key.
By Ella B