Swiftly, my long, bony fingers dance over the pale, keys of the old grand piano, recalling all of the memories that it holds. Every time I play this tune, I hear a distant harmonic sound as if my wife, Jeanie, was still with me playing the song that we so often played. A gentle kiss on the cheek was what she always gave me as she left my side on the piano to let her dreams take her away.

I still remember the day when I met her, over fifty years ago, at a concert. When the heavy, oak door creaked open, a beautiful woman, with a beaming smile, became visible between the gap in which the brilliant sun shone through. Obviously, she had come to perform as the show didn't start until another hour. Slowly, she walked towards me, her long, dark hair swaying behind her. That was when I realised she was the one playing the duet with me.

I had never understood the meaning of love until then.

As it grew closer to the opening time, crowds of people started gathering around the entrance, waiting excitedly to be let into the vast, ancient hall.

Joyful was the song of the piano keys, swiftly ringing in and out of the audience's minds; making them know the difference from right to wrong, making them know what to do and what not to do. It was the effect of the tune that earned it's name: Hanging on the Edge of Truth.

Beside me, were two delicate hands moving smoothly across the wide expanse of ivory. The sound of a single hammer hitting an extremely tight string seemed even more comforting when played by my dream woman who I had finally found.

Soon after we met, we got married. It wasn't a big white wedding but it was, and still is, one of the best days of my life. Sadly, Jeanie passed away about a year ago. It seemed to me as if it was only yesterday when we met but unfortunately I was only imagining it.

Year 6, please use this to help you with your piano (writing & editing) homework :)