He didn’t mean to fall through the piano, to topple over the black and white keys and smash through the black wood. As he tumbled forward, he braced himself.
But there was no pain.
He opened his eyes and saw a world made of music. Notes fluttered through the air, dancing over fields of symphonies. All around him was song so powerful it tore at his heart. He never wanted to leave.
Hands tightened around his ankles and he felt himself being pulled back.
“Are you all right?” they asked.
The clown smiled. “Better than that. Much better.”
Word Count: 98 words
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge! Prompt photo © John Nixon.