Life

My humble abode is the living room. I sit there all day and do not move. I am a piano. It is sad to say that my construction ended the lives several living organisms. I am constructed of oak, ivory and many strings. I am, in fact, always tense because my very sctructure is always under the tension of many strings, all tightened. Everyday people sit down on the stool and play for hours. They pound on the ivory key that was once an elephant, and the ebony that was once a tree. The only reason for my existence is to create music, and I do every day.
As of late, I have been losing my touch. I am well over half a century old and it is starting to show. My strings break with greater frequency, my hammers fail and buzz, my sustain pedal is loose. Yet, everyday someone sits to play music. And that is my life.