The Piano of Anxiety – A Short Story

As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed. 

This was one of the very first stories I wrote and published on my blog on the Seventh of March. 

All the best 🙂 



There was nothing else in the room, just the grand piano, black and solid.

She stared at the piano and the emotions came flooding back. She remembered her piano teacher who had made her play against her will and had withheld love and admiration until she had mastered every note. Anxiety dominated her, leaving little room for anything else. Dare she exorcise her demons and once again begin to play? She had promised herself never to play again, but now faced with this piano could she resist?

Slowly, she walked over to the piano.

Each step echoed around the room.
Slowly she lifted the lid and reached out to press her index finger against one of the keys. The anxiety became too much and she collapsed to the floor, crying.

No comfort came.

It seemed she lay there crying for an age. Eventually, there came a light tap at the door and her fiancé came into the room and rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. He understood. The smell of his aftershave and the feel of his embrace helped to clear away those emotions conjured up by the piano.

“What’s wrong my love?”

She explained to him, “It was seeing the piano that brought it all back again. You see I used to play but I gave it up years ago. It was my teacher, you see, he was so overbearing and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I gave it up. He was quite famous, you know.”

“What was your teacher’s name?”

“Wilhelm Reinhardt, he was very well known at the time”

“Wilhelm Reinhardt!” David exclaimed, “He was one of the best pianists of his age and one of the best teachers”.

“I know. He was also a brute”.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, love, but he is one of my father’s oldest friends and he’s on the guest list for our wedding. Do you want me to tell dad to take his name off? I don’t want to see you upset at all.”

The news stunned her. She hadn’t thought of her old teacher for years and it seemed strange that on the day that the piano had brought back all those memories she was now faced with the prospect of meeting him again.

“No, I think it might be good to see him again after all.”

It was during the wedding reception that she saw him. He was now a very old man.

“Ah, here she is the one that got away! I never understood why you gave it all up, my dear.”

She realised that the time was ripe for truth.

“Actually, it was you who drove me away. I couldn’t stand your bullying any longer”.

Her old teacher looked shocked. Tears came into his eyes. He spoke and she could hear the sadness in his voice and that gave her the ability to forgive.

“I am so sorry, my dear. I never knew. I could only teach you the way my father taught me. I did not know that I hurt you so much.”

Later she went once again into that room. The piano, which had caused her so much anxiety before, was there exactly as it was. This time she sat at the piano and played Chopin’s Fantasy Impromptu. Her hands glided swiftly across the keys. Never had an empty room been so professionally entertained. When she finished, she stood and left. The piano was no longer a piano of anxiety.

The demons had been exorcised, the chains of the past broken.

She was free.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty – February 2018

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles – Poem about Anxiety – Not sure what to call it though…




You make windows into my mind

Then mine the misery you create

You highlight any faults you find

And turn my love into bitter hate


I loathe you and love you in kind

You make me cry then harvest the tears

I know they say that love is blind

But I felt the torments of the years


You’ve extracted my pain

For so little gain.

for your sadistic pleasure,

at your leisure.


But now I shake off your shackles

I revel in your coming demise

I am free from wolves and jackals

And no longer fooled by your disguise.


Wisdom comes finally, at last,

And frees me from my captive past.

And though the hour’s far too late,

Time will extricate me from your hate.


While you took pleasure from my pain.

Ultimately it was all in vain

For I have reclaimed control

And regained my enslaved soul.


While you begin your last descent

Into Hell’s flames eternal torment.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/September/2018

FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

Anxiety’s Cage – A short Poem

When I can conquer my fears, 

and my anxiety disappears

only then I can begin living.

Until then I’m in a cage

and year after year, I age,

But I hope, before I die,

I can say a final goodbye

to all this worry and strife,

and finally I will have a life.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/May/2018