Arrival of Birds

It seemed like the piano let out a loud, deep DONG even before her fingers touched it's keys.
It was like a passive complaint, a grudge that came out, tactfully.
Or, was it just a mildly expressed anger?
The topboard and the lid still had dust caked on them, though the Mother of Pearl keys shone like a broad, bright Cheshire grin.
It has been 15 years since she had eloped, 12 since she had divorced and 2 days since she received a lawyer's call regarding her mother's will.
She had returned to her house, which now had nothing left but zillions of memories, smothering it's every surface.
Like always, the piano stood in the west facing bedroom, which had once belonged to dadu.
The crust of dust had protected the last warmth that she had left on it, the night since when she never came back.

The papers that the lawyer had left lapped up the wind, trying their best to fly off, as she petted the mother of pearl and the ebony, in a vigorous session of love making.
The house filled with the Arrival of Birds.