It was dark in the old mans piano room. It all was silent until suddenly, you could hear the melancholic music coming from the white and black keys. He played the music like there was no-one at all there for him. Also, you could see his big heart-rending eyes just glaring at the piano. You could hear the beautiful music coming out of the big organ (although it was sad). He had the gold wedding ring on with his wife's听initials all he could think about was her. At that instant moment, he felt a gust of wind brush against his wrinkly hands. Then, he saw the lady (his wife) sit next to him sadly playing the smooth ivory keys was it him? His wife, Anna died five years ago in a car crash. He felt her wet bloody lips kiss his pale wrinkly cheek. He smelt her perfume blow away alike a flash of lightning. He had a terrible look on his face like a tear carrying sadness. He just needed to think of something else. Still, he carried on playing thinking of his bother. Why did he have to die? His life got worse and worse. The sad music couldn't stop its wonderful self. Suddenly, he felt his brother right near him. Bang! He was dead quicker than a cheater could run. The man just had to help him but his brother his brother died in his hands. Nothing could be worse. Nothing at all. The man, Fred, couldn't help but cry. What could be worse? He still played the music slowly beginning to perk up. What else could he think about? Fred began to play a shorter piece thinking about his joyous childhood. Suddenly, he remembered the blue satin ribbon wrapping up the white birthday box with the hobby horse brushing against his small hands. He could run and play with the best toy in the world for hours. Just then, he started playing the sad music. Thinking about his life; his grandson rushed in with his blue football kit on. The last note brought a sign of hope.听They looked at each other (was there any hope?). As they looked at each other Fred started to slowly smile with the greatest grandson in the world. | 
