play me, i'm yours

There aren't too many things more wonderful than these street pianos. Such a clever thought. Such a strange sight. There are quite a number of them standing about in town, though I've only managed to find four or five. I wonder how many fingers have danced on the keys of each one, I wonder who those fingers belonged to and I wonder how many souls have been touched by the sounds that floated past them on their way to where they were going.