Monkey Symphony by Josh

I ripped the dusty sheet off of the worn piano. My colleague, a burly gorilla by the name of Sherman, looked at me encouragingly before stepping back, listening for the marvelous music soon to come out of the piano. I sat down on the wooden stool, and it creaked like an old cabin in the woods. My fingers brushed some dust off of the old ivory keys of the piano, and I settled into a position I so remembered. Hearing my friends melodious song, I waited for the right note, and my fingers touched the cold ivory keys.

 I began with a more upbeat tune of the original song, which alerted my friends mother and teacher. As she neared the curtain, I stopped, and sucked in a breath as big as a whales, waiting... no... hoping for a reply as I hid behind the curtain, obscuring me from the stage he was on. And then I heard it, like water to a man in a desert, I was instantly listening, sucked in by the tune. I could hear the footsteps of his mother getting closer to him, and as he stopped, my fingers came down for another reply. Sherman pulled up the curtains as we began to play on different pianos but as one, a melody of music, a storm of sounds. Ever more reassured by the sight of each others face, we began to play faster, stronger, like a forest of trees, roots interlocking and sharing nutrients, becoming stronger with each other. Sherman blocked my friends teacher, as she targeted me as the one who destroyed her forced march of a song.

 My fingers danced across the pianos surface, and made the song like an ever-evolving creature, never stopping for fear of getting left behind. A harmony of sound burst from the two instruments as I channeled my emotions into the song, my sadness, my fears, and my happiness for us finding each other once again. Even Sherman, a normally very closed off gorilla, was dancing to the beat of the song, like a bull on a bad day. My friends teacher marched off, disgusted with both of us.

 Finally, he stopped, and I heard his footsteps coming closer, gliding across the ground like a bird in the treetops. He sat down next to me. No words were needed, as we played together, just like old times. We forgot the troubles of the world, forgot the teacher, forgot everything, all that mattered, was the piano in front of us, and the beautiful music spouting from it like a waterfall.