It's not much to look at.
And, most importantly, it's mine.
I sit down on the hard, wooden bench sat before it and let my fingers caress its soft ivory keys.
I press one key down and then another. A third is quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth. It only takes moments before the house is filled with soft tones radiating out of the timeworn instrument like heat from a fire.
I close my eyes as my fingers begin their all too familiar dance across the keyboard before me. My body begins to sway in time with the music as the rhythms and melodies etched into my soul draw me deeper into a trance, like sirens calling out to sailors from the rocks.
As my song progresses, I feel you approach from behind me, before sliding onto the bend next to me, laying your head on my shoulder.
Without missing a beat, I turn, kissing the top of your head, as I slowly begin to transition to your favorite song.
I feel your body tense in excitement ever so slightly as you recognize the change in the notes.
As I play, I let one hand fall free from my instrument as I turn my body, and use it to pull you onto my lap.
"There's my baby," I hum in time with the music as you settle yourself across my thighs.
In a moment, your arms are wrapped around me as my focus returns to the piano. I pick out staccato notes, dynamics rising and falling as you stare lovingly up at my face.
The song seems to last forever, but also not long enough all at once.
You let out a soft whine as I pull my fingers from the keys and wrap my arms around you, completely enveloping you in my embrace.
"Oh, somebody likes it when I play for them, do they?"
You nod your head up and down against my chest, big eyes silently pleading for me to play more.
I chuckle at your desperate expression as one of my hands drifts between your legs, giving your swollen diaper a probing squeeze.
Your cheeks turn a deep shade of crimson as I smile broadly.
"That should hold for at least one more song," I declare jovially, "But, then it's time for a change."
I don't miss your soft whine at my last statement, but notice you settling yourself back into my lap as my hands reach for the keys again.
Sound rings from the piano again as you once again melt into my embrace, letting the music and my love wrap around you like a favorite blankie you never want to leave your side.
