The long graceful fingers fly across the ivory keys lightly and gently as if they were born to do it. The music danced through the mind and poured into the soul. Like the wind in the trees the piano soared through the air like the Phoenix rising from the flames of a fire As if the wings of a butterfly and the magic of fairies were poured can into the beauty of the song, the music, the sounds. She fell in love with the way he played, the music dancing from page to ears. Now that the house was empty, no more light notes floating through the halls in the dark of night, now she'd closed the lid forever. He'd taken the sheets of pure happiness to where ever his careless reckless life would take him now
