Hello everyone, here is my first story on apricot pie. I hope you enjoy it. I have another story to post but it is much longer. So enjoy!

The Bet

It knows where to guide your fingers
when you play without the notes
it draws them toward the keys
and they sound the way you feel
I think it's true it knows.

How quietly it crouches there
makes me think it is a tame bear
but I know it's wild creature,
even though it sings for me.
Its voice is full, and deep, and true
and unfamiliar to few
and even if you know it not
it comes to brush against your heart
And I wonder what it thinks about
when everyone is alseep.