the man's fingers danced lazily across the keys, seeming to paint a picture out of the sorrowful melody.
with each key hit the vibration of the note would bounce off of the walls gracefully. the atmosphere was bathed in such nostalgic beauty, one that could drive tears from such pure emotion poured out of the song. it was mesmerizing for the timid boy who had seemed to become part of the wall.
huddled in so close to the frame of the door, as to not interrupt the pianist, eyes gleaming with such excitement and curiousity, the boys emotions were flowing all throughout him. awe strucking his lithe frame.
the man with the dark framed glasses, eyes full of concentration, and uncontrollable passion running through his veins, wasn't oblivious to the attention he was receiving from the boy.
this wasn't the first time he had a visitor, they sometimes came and went as they pleased, or sometimes they stayed long enough to praise him of his music. this one though clearly wasn't hoping to be sought out. the boys presence hadn't caught him off guard, the man's awareness was never something to falter.
his hands seemed to make love to the piano, the boy thought. such a nimble act it was. Bony, but elegant fingers carefully prodded at each key in such a sophisticated manner. the mini gift his ears were receiving rendered flawless. the boy had never been one to take much interest in the arts, but once in a while he would come upon something that intrigued him in that area.
the man was no exception though, he was a must, the boy decided that from then on he would only like to hear such beauty in art, from that man only.
