It was dark and quiet outside. With scarcely anyone around, he slipped through the passageway, finding the steps leading to the platform. There sat a piano. He walked up to it, running his hands over the smooth, black top. Sitting down and opening the piano cover, he took a deep breath. He let it out and closed his eyes, placing his hands carefully on the keys.
The air was tepid with a light breeze, ruffling his hair and clothes gently. His fingers found their places on the notes, fitting into the crevices between the black keys, though his eyes remained closed and unseeing. With another quick breath, he felt his skin connect with the black and white certainty of the piano, pressing down gently with the tips of his fingers, flowing like water across the keyboard. A beautiful melody poured out as his hands fluttered over the keys, bringing music and life to the piano.
His eyes flickered open for a second as he played and he noticed a glow forming around him, as if the music had been turned into light. It swirled around him, giving him the sense that he could play for infinite time, pouring energy into his fingers.
The golden glow surrounded him and he felt warmth seep into his body, tranquilizing any stress and letting it slip through his skin, his clothing, out into the air and away from him.
He continued to play, his mind now lost in the melodies and wonders of the piano, his hands working tirelessly in a blissful dance across the keys.
Time seemed to slow as he played, his surroundings melting away—pulled aside so he could go on without distractions, without the chains tugging him back to earth. It was a freeing feeling, allowing him to be who he wanted, to be in his own space and feel safe.
The light was still there, engulfing him in warmth and leaving him more energized than before, though the song he played was gentle and sweet, soothing him to his bones and bringing him a sense of belonging and peace.
He could feel the music in his fingers, feel it flow through his body like a summer breeze and he embraced it as the song drew to an end, slowing carefully, gradually.
His fingers lifted off the keys gracefully and he looked ethereal in the light, sitting there in front of the piano.
Then the last note faded into the night and he opened his eyes, finding himself back at the piano, the night air hitting him with a blast as he drew back to reality. The moon was now high in the sky, illuminating him with a dimness that made him blink several times, sighing.
He closed the piano after a moment, standing and retreating back, away from his escape.
The air was tepid with a light breeze, ruffling his hair and clothes gently. His fingers found their places on the notes, fitting into the crevices between the black keys, though his eyes remained closed and unseeing. With another quick breath, he felt his skin connect with the black and white certainty of the piano, pressing down gently with the tips of his fingers, flowing like water across the keyboard. A beautiful melody poured out as his hands fluttered over the keys, bringing music and life to the piano.
His eyes flickered open for a second as he played and he noticed a glow forming around him, as if the music had been turned into light. It swirled around him, giving him the sense that he could play for infinite time, pouring energy into his fingers.
The golden glow surrounded him and he felt warmth seep into his body, tranquilizing any stress and letting it slip through his skin, his clothing, out into the air and away from him.
He continued to play, his mind now lost in the melodies and wonders of the piano, his hands working tirelessly in a blissful dance across the keys.
Time seemed to slow as he played, his surroundings melting away—pulled aside so he could go on without distractions, without the chains tugging him back to earth. It was a freeing feeling, allowing him to be who he wanted, to be in his own space and feel safe.
The light was still there, engulfing him in warmth and leaving him more energized than before, though the song he played was gentle and sweet, soothing him to his bones and bringing him a sense of belonging and peace.
He could feel the music in his fingers, feel it flow through his body like a summer breeze and he embraced it as the song drew to an end, slowing carefully, gradually.
His fingers lifted off the keys gracefully and he looked ethereal in the light, sitting there in front of the piano.
Then the last note faded into the night and he opened his eyes, finding himself back at the piano, the night air hitting him with a blast as he drew back to reality. The moon was now high in the sky, illuminating him with a dimness that made him blink several times, sighing.
He closed the piano after a moment, standing and retreating back, away from his escape.