It's been a long time since I made use of the list prompt, so let's give that one another whirl, shall we? Use each of the following words in your poetry or prose today: play, follow, tumble, melody.
An evening of rain brought everyone into the house for dinner and a game of Pictionary. Hoping it lets up before tomorrow morning so we can get our market harvest done.
He shares his gift with us, sitting at the piano and letting his fingers play with the ebony and ivory keys. The room of watchers is attentive, silent, captivated. We follow his every movement with curious eyes.
Some of us, I'm sure, wonder what it must take, what sacrifices were made, to be this good. I imagine a few go so far as to curse their parents for a childhood devoid of piano lessons - as if they had any interest in such training at that age.
At the back of the room a waiter stumbles over an extended leg and a wine glass tumbles to the floor. Without a blink our maestro incorporates the crash of glass into his melody. Not long after that another glass shatters on the tiles, but this one is no accident.
In a matter of minutes every glass in the house is in pieces on the floor and a new song has been born.