You listen to the sound of his footsteps as he climbs the flight of stairs and swings the door open, watch as he takes off his Belstaff coat – his suits of armour – and slumps into his chair.

You know that soon enough he'll remember about you; he will run his talented fingers all over you and drive you into a state of perfect bliss, a place where only he and you exist and nothing else matters.

You shiver with anticipation, melodies old and new ready to come to life once more. Holding everyone spellbound, because that's what you do best.