Swiftly, my long, bony fingers dance over the pale, ivory 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 visable 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 exitedly to be let into the vast, ancient hall.

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