still as a statue

"As mine did hovering birth to a dead baby boy. Both were lost that day." Quelyn said even quieter that she bearly spoke aloud. "He never knew happiness and before they left I never knew sadness." She twirled as she walked slowly placeing dance moves into her step. "Sometimes it gets hard to remember then I dance or I come here. Mummy taught me how to dance, and that is why papa is so angry with me because I remind him so much as mummy." She said talking mostly to her self as if trying to explaine to herself the way she always had about why her father hit her.

"From what you played, I think I know your mother's melody. Would it be ok if I played it" Carly asked. She figured it better to ask because it may offend Quelyn if she didn't. "What sorts of things would you like to do" she asked. "Does your dad hurt you? Mine does. He says it's because of the drugs, but I doubt it" Carly said before she put her curly hair up into a ponytail, as she liked to do while playing piano for a while.

"You could not have known it," Jacquelyn said fear and panic in her voice. How could she have known quelyns melody? That is what her mother had called it when she was alive, but it had never been finished. "It was all mine," she whispered, " the only two that know it are my father and I but daddy has chosen to forget it." Years began to form in the girls eyes from the fear that the one special thing she had ever had was gone. The the older asked a question many had asked before she paused and recollected herself before answering the was her father had trained her to, "no. Why would a man harm the last living member of his family. That is extremely absurd." But she said it with out emotion and most anyone could tell it was a lie.

"No, no, no. That's not what I meant. I mean, I'm good at taking pieces of a song and weaving them together, no need to cry" Carly explained. She hated to see people cry, especially poor little Quelyn. "It'll be our secret about your dad" said Carly, acknowledging the fact that she was lying. "Would you like me to teach you the melody I was playing earlier, it's called the promise" Carly offered.

"Okay," Quelyn said quietly sitting next to her at the piano wishing to watch her play it. That is how she learned how to play what she knew how to. First she would watch her mother then she watched Darius, now she would watch Carly. She didn't understand how other had learned by books, and teachers who demanded they were perfect or by many hours of practice. "I watch better than i play." She said hoping she explained it okay thought she doubted it. she never really could explain herself.