At a workshop at Dominican University, Nancy Spring came up with this wonderful freewrite in response to a prompt from Writing from the Senses. When she sent it to me, she included this kind message: "You and your prompts have gotten us all bursting into song. I loved being in your class!"
Author: Nancy Spring
I'm the piano – wide expanse of ivory teeth, largest in the band, up and down many octaves, taking up lots of space and air time. I'm soft and sweet and barely audible. Loud and raucous. I can pound the living daylights into you. I can also soothe, stroke your hair, sing you to sleep. I'm Dixieland saucy, sexy. I play dark soul with the best of 'em. I'm a little spinet in your grandma's parlor, gathering dust. I'm up on stage: black, grand, spotlight only on me as you take a seat. Oh, and that's the most important thing about me – I don't make a sound unless you're with me. Unless you come, sit, reach out a hand to me. I'm nothing but for you.