She was his muse.
When he put pen to paper and scratched notes atop a five lined staff, it was her body that danced inside his head to a mournful waltz. When he placed his hands gently on the black and white keys, it was her fingers he could feel, resting reassuringly along the curve of his shoulders. When he closed his eyes and let the music swirl out from the raised, glossy top of a grand piano, it was her smile that he pictured.
And when he finally let his tense hands release the ending note, it was her pair of lips that swooped down to thank him in the most encouraging way that he could imagine.
A/N Just to tease you guys :P