Film: The Pianist

The officer stepped inside. He closed the door. He placed the flashlight on a crate, but kept the pistol loosely at his side. Then, without taking his eyes off Adam, he walked to the corner of the attic where an old, neglected upright piano stood—covered in dust, strings loose, a casualty of the war. Adam hadn't even noticed it.

For a long, terrible moment, Adam did not move. He thought of the child reciting the poem. He thought of the floorboard, the sewer, the months of silence. He thought of his father's piano, smashed into splinters. the pianist film

"Please," the officer whispered. "Show me." The officer stepped inside