A Brother's Hands

January 15, 2012
His large palms slightly worn from music
His fingers dance across the piano keys
The music flows like the mountain and the lake draining to the star behind him.
I ask him the name of the song, curious
He only hears half and replies with a smile
“I found a piano and couldn’t resist.”

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