As she sat down on the bench, she felt everything around her turn black and white to match the beautiful creature infront of her. She ran her fingers down the keys without pressing them; she wanted to feel the smoothness under her fingers.

She played the first few notes very softly, yet in all the silence they danced out quite audibly. All around her she felt the large room of people blur into unimportance, yet her precious belonging infront of her stood out quite magnificently.

Each defining note she touched had its own purpose, its own belonging. The song itself was angelic as the low notes caressed the high ones.

The music swarmed her thoughts,but not in a way that she had to think hard about what she was playing. Her fingers automatically reached out for the right key at the precise time. Her thoughts were simply always overtaken by the elegant, mysterious sounds harmonizing together.She found her eyes closing as she played.

This wondrous gift she played flawlessly, her piano.