Yom Hashoah: The Piano

He sat and watched the piano burn, and he heard the refrain of 6 million voices.

Gone.

Stolen.

The melody dies, but the sound remains.

Flames.

Leap before the eyes as the wood is consumed.

Heat crackles and pops and the once-glossy remains crumble in on themselves.

Ebony and ivory disintegrate.

The sound remained–forever ringing in his ears.

6 million voices crying, but the melody gone.

What have I done?

He sat and watched the piano burn. He turned and without a tear he walked away.

The melody gone, but the voices remain.

6 million, but more, so many more.

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