Don't Forget Me When You Go

With the late evening sunlight streaming through the trees and the stale smell of the old pole barn, a curious vibe went through the atmosphere. She approached the piano; it was an antique. There were cobwebs on the cover. She ran her finger along the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years. Who knows how long it had been sitting here, abandoned. She didn't care- she lifted the cover and began to play. Beautifully out-of-tune music filled the stale barn to the brim and leaked out the sides. It was like a scene from a movie, her playing her heart out in that old abandoned pole barn.