The Crescendo
...that great run of notes.
I’ve seen a piano with toes carved on giant claw-like feet, standing ready and waiting for that great run of notes which will loosen its varnish skin, allowing it to leap from the stage, and like the specter of a jaguar paralyze onlookers in their seats. The gifted virtuoso must then struggle and fight the beast, coaxing him back on stage by soothing the hardwood body, and gently tapping the ivory keys so as not to awaken the elephant in search of his tusks.
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