A Dreary Moment in Time
Hands dancing on the black and white keys, she played the dark piano with ease. A harmonious yet melancholy melody echoed throughout the empty space, as a sad feeling swept across the colorless room. She, the piano player, knew the world is black and white, as monochrome as a piano. Her stunning grand piano was darkness alive, matching the mood of the depressing room. Her dress, a milky white, opposed the theme, and shone like the brightest star in the sky. Similar to the pianist, the violinist saw the world in two simple colors: black and white. His deathly black violin let out a beautiful, but lonesome cry, as it resounded with various shades. Their world, one devoid of color, was the spectrum of black and white, between darkness and light. Around them, the dreary walls moaned, their gray booming at the pain of the cruel, monotonous world. A high pitched ring resounded, reaching and destroying their delicate ears, and murdering the beautiful melodies spilling out of the instruments. The unattractive sound rang through the room once again, but this time, it was louder, toppling the white life into the dark end, and ripped through the harmonious sounds. The notes fell to the ground with a sorrowful thud. The room fell to a hush, a sudden quiet extending throughout the closed space. That beautiful moment had now been destroyed, crushed, and murdered. That beautiful moment will never be experienced again. White tears dripping down his black, devoid soul, the violin in his hands now made a repulsive sound, as it was attempted to be played. Head sighing, the violinist felt like his instrument. The violin, with a string now broken, weeped, as sad tunes poured out from the string instrument. The pianist felt the same, as she was now the only life form left, devoid of a soul. She continued her desolate melody from before, this time in pianissimo, quietly as the dry, lifeless wind. Suddenly, her delicate fingers began pounding hard on the metallic piano, bringing out sounds that were strong enough to break the precious souls of crystals. Once again, amazing, spectacular, and sorrowful melodies and harmonies traveled throughout the lifeless room. The gray walls evolved into a light gray, and the piano switched to a fragile white, (still in the state to be corrupt by darkness), as the violin transformed into a beautiful bright color, only to descend into the pit, dead. The room became ablaze with brightness, and now, a smile could be seen on the players’ faces. The once sorrowful tunes and melodies became cheerful and full of life and complete. As they continued to play, the room became blindingly bright, as it slowly disappeared and melted away into the distance. Slowly, the world became not ablaze with white, but with a rainbow of color sparkling and twirling in the magnificent bright sky. The curse of gray lifted.