Piano mysteriously washes ashore under NYC's Brooklyn Bridge

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A baby grand piano has mysteriously appeared under the Brooklyn Bridge in New York, right on the Manhattan side of the East River. Everyone in the city is speculating about its origin: Some people think it may be a viral marketing action, others think it may be an art project, but nobody really knows why or how it got there.

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See update at the end of the post.

The beautiful photo on top was taken by Instagram user Scenes from NYC.

Here's a photo by Meredith Marciano. You can see the Manhattan Bridge on the background.

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Illustration for article titled Piano mysteriously washes ashore under NYCs Brooklyn Bridge

Though it's still in one piece, it looks like it's been through a rough voyage.

Folks can't figure out how it got there, but that's not stopping them from photographing, videoing, and Instagramming it, turning it into NYC's latest bizarre, yet strangely beautiful piece of urban scenery.

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What's your theory? Tell us below.

Update: Another grand piano appeared in Biscayne Bay in Miami, Florida, back in January 2011. The two events seem to far apart to be related, but who knows. Maybe pianos are getting depressed and committing suicide.—JD

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How sad that so few, in this modern and industrialised age, know where pianos come from. If not kept in captivity, grand pianos return to the ocean, musical leviathans of the deep that they are, and spawn in the deep ocean trenches. In the lightless black abyss, black and white notes mingle in the waters, released there by the spawning pianos. Their spawn are free-swimming for the first few years, before undergoing a growth spurt in the shallows. Then, on certain brightly-moonlit spring tides, baby harpsichords jangle ashore to begin the cycle anew.

This majestic beast has obviously beached itself in distress. Whether with some disease or confused by manmade underwater noise, we'll never know.