the opening note, a crisp major chord before the black and white keys give away beneath the flurry of my fingertips. arpeggios sent soaring with the glide of my hands, from the bass notes rumbling deep to the high notes twinkling softly in the air. the chords slam down in unison: major, minor, dominant, diminished. the dissonance builds, tension thickening with a trill. the climb of the crescendo quickening with the flick of my hands. the last step, the last touch. the final note rings alone among the fading remnants of the music that filled the room mere moments ago.
Luna Yin is a 15-year-old dreamer and poet who was born in China and currently lives in Canada. Find Luna on Instagram @luna.y.writes.