The piano hangs mid-air, its weight causing the already frayed rope to slowly unravel.

I can see it now, as it gives in to gravity. Too much downward force and no longer enough upward to prevent the inevitable.

And when it falls it will be slow and beautiful and silent.

And the collision between instrument and earth will be musical, artistic. Not an end, but an event. The opening chord in a new song, not the slowly dying chord of "twenty years ago today".

Peace.

And then something new.

Change. And not a moment too soon.

But before then...something for the weekend sir?