[ WP ] Describe an object within five feet of you in as much detail as possible .

There it sits, up against the wall, silent and closed. Cherrywood, I believe. It's dusty, because I've been busy lately. 
 
 It's hard to remember, to think back to the day my father took me to the shop. One tiny hand in his, the other idly tracing the keys. I look back and smile, and he nods. I sit down and play Jingle Bells while he speaks to the man behind the counter. 
 
 Harder still to remember are the times when we would sit, side by side, and learn together. I remember playing Für Elise for my mother, tipsy from the wine. I remember crying while I played Piano Man on his birthday. 
 
 But I vividly remember my father. The dusty piano still sits in the living room, but he does not.
