A Brother's Hands

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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