The task today is to write a short prose or poetry piece that illustrates the importance of sound in the world around us.
Bang, crash, hold on!
Hold your end up!
Ugh…can’t, thud, ugh, puffing, puffed.
What’s wrong with you? This was all your idea!
I didn’t think it would be so heavy.
It’s a piano idiot. Heavy is its middle name.
Grab hold. Lift.
Grunt, puff, shove,
Crash, smash, tinkle,
Mum’s best vase? How are you gonna explain that?
It stepped in front of us?
For goodness sake. One two three lift!
Grind, scrap, splinter,
I’m losing it
Hang on
Can’t
It’s going!
No, we’re half way up the stairs!
Its toppling, sorry!
Thudding over it spits out an assortment of melodic notes
Lands with an almighty crash on the bottom floor,
Dust clouds up towards us
A single middle C is heard.
Dust settles
Our laboured breathing subsides
We are alive
And middle C is still singing.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/saturdays-mix-24-june-2017/
Morpethroad 
This one made me smile!!!!
No one likes shifting a piano
Indeed. Having done it last move I understand the pain!
OH Ho, middle c is still singing. I say Laurel and Hardy through all of this
Thanks Debi, I like that possibility.
Yes, Laurel and Hardy. I love the idea of C resounding — the start, the middle, and the end of the keyboard.
And memories of a friend whose piano I helped move several times — it remaining in one piece despite my efforts.
We thought that for one move, as it was short distance down hill, I would lay on top like a torch singer, he would tinkle the ivories with the bench attached somehow. The image made us giggle — I do wish we had pulled that one off.
Your story brought a similar smile.
I think we all had visions of doing something similar with pianos and I think that was to distract us from the challenge of shifting the things.