Fire in the key of life

I ran out of kindling tonight, and went out to the shed.
I found a bag of kindling, which just happened to be the old keys from my old piano. It came to its sad demise this time last year.
I can't believe that the old keys smell like our old Church hall, which is where the piano came from in the first place.
As it burns, are the fires of hell coming to get to me?

Sod it. Who the hell cares?