Tuning

Once a year,
the piano tuner comes by.

Sitting quietly beside the piano,
they listen carefully to every single note.



The slight deviations
that I didn't even notice,
they hear perfectly.



Loosening the strings a little,
or tightening them.
Taking their time,
they set things right, little by little.



After the tuning is done, the piano
seems to have a refreshed look about it.



Come to think of it,


the human heart might be a little similar.
Without realizing it,
something can get out of tune.

A word from someone,
a sudden silence,
or a warm gaze

can sometimes gently set things right.

That someone is listening to the discord I cannot hear myself,
thinking of that




makes me feel a little relieved.

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