His fingers play against each key, creating a vibrating tone of sound.
Each key has a heart, has a memory attached which evokes in his mind when his finger brush against the key.
His foot taps silently to the music drifting across the keys.
One note rings aloud and echoes the room leaving that sound to fill for hours.
No one knows that he plays, not even me is supposed to know of his hidden heart, hidden life on the piano.
When no one is home and it is just him, his fingers come alive and living a life full of memories but yet I hear them.
I hear the notes as it echoes and resounds off the floor of my room as I sit on my bed and listen to the music he plays, the melody of his heart which seems just to play for him.
His melody is a sad one, a sad one that lives within in his heart and is played out on keys, but as soon as I enter the room or breathe his fingers stop mid motion, grabbing the piano top, closing it and getting up, leaving me to stare at the empty bench and the piano where the cold keys of his heart lie.
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