This has nothing to do with the song "Dustland Fairy Tale" by The Killers, if you were wondering. Anyway, short music write for my creative writing class. A friend of mine said I should continue, not sure if I want to though. Enjoy (:
He sat, lonely, playing the piano as she watched him, just like any other day, through the glass. He could not see her, but she could most definitely see him. Tears filled her eyes as she watched him concentrate on the exact right keys. She wiped them away then, laughing to herself, thinking how silly she was. Sitting down on the floor she folded her legs under her, and put her hands into her lap, watching again. She put her hand on the glass and it fogged up almost immediately, so cold. How she wished her hand would go through. Everyday she prayed and prayed it would. But it never did, and she never really thought it could. Little did she know she was wrong, very, very wrong.
Confided to his room may days, and her as well, she could see everything. Everything he did, she saw beauty in it. He was magical in her eyes. He played the most beautiful music, like his fingers were made of magic. His muscles rippled as he swayed to the melody slightly. Beautiful was the only way to describe it.
