The song is by Damien Rice and I own neither it or House MD, but I'm sure you knew that already.
Cold, cold water surrounds me now,
And all I've got is your hand.
Lord, can you hear me now...
Thesong ran through his head like a whisper as his fingers slowly worked there way along the well worn keys, softly at first, so as not to stir the growing shadows as they fell across the polished surface of the piano. The melody thread it's way through the air, filling the dark expanse of the room. A familiar ache started up in his chest, the kind that gradually builds to such desperate longing that you can barely breath for the pain.
He closed his eyes, his fingers tracing a familiar pattern as the music quickly grew until it enveloped everything, the silence, the room, him. And then he felt it. The softest touch running up his left hand, delicate fingers aligning themselves with his own, both hands dancing over the keys like lovers to their favourite song. The breath he hadn't realised he was holding, released into the air with a sigh.
Lord, can you hear me now...
Warm lips, tender and gentle pressed against his jaw, soft skin against his rough stubble as they brushed tantilisingly close to his own lips. A second hand caressed his hair for a moment before it slid down to play with the little curls at the nape of his neck. Her scent drifted towards him, the lingering fragrance of jasmine that would stay for months after she had left. He turned to her, his eyes still closed, not daring to look at her. She rested her cheek against his, allowing their noses to touch. She was so close he could almost taste her now.
Lord, can you hear me now...
Her lips met his, sparking a fire in his body instantaniously. All music stopped, everything stopped, as he reached desperately to hold her. His arms wrapped round her slender waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. She gasped with the suddeness, a sweet gasp as her body stiffening for a second before relaxing into his arms.
He needed her. He needed her so much that what had started as an aching had grown into an all consuming fear. He pulled her in closer to him still, grinding her body into his, trying to make her part of him, make her one with him so that she couldn't leave, she could never leave. Her body became rigid again but this time it didn't relax back. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingers in as she tried to push back from him, to struggle free from his hold, but he kept his arms clamped tightly around her. With a struggle she broke off the kiss, calling his name in a breathless cry of fear.
"Greg"
Like a clap of thunder her cry broke through him. He let go of her, opening his eyes to see her there, to see her looking back at him, confused and frightened.
But she wasn't there.
All that stood before him was an empty room, filled with silence and shadows and regrets. He turned back to the piano and looked down at the piano, which seemed to glow etherally in the dim room. His hand reached out to touch the cool keys, four notes echoing out into the empty room.
...or am I lost?