The piano

the voice you hear is not my speaking voice, but my mind´s voice.
I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why, not
even me. My father says it is a dark talent and the day I take it into
my head to stop breathing will be my last.
today he married me to a man I´ve not yet met. Soon my daughter
and I shall join him in his own country. My husband said my muteness
does not bother him. He writes and hark this: God loves dumb creatures
so why not he!!!!!.
Were good he had God´s patience for SILENCE AFFECTS EVERYONE
IN THE END.
The strange thing is that I don´t consider myself silent, that is, because of my
piano. I shall miss it on the journey.