“He played the piano silently…”

He played the piano silently by candlelight.

She came down the stairs to join him on the bench,

massaging his naked back as he played.

 

The sounds that came from the piano were like decorations

in the air, giving the surroundings a sense of beauty one could

only see properly with his eyes shut.

 

Her fingers felt sweet upon the skin of his spine and the man sighed

contentedly as he played. His fingers danced over the keys

with blind abandon; his eyes were closed.

 

The woman pressed her forehead into the upper part of his shoulder,

closing her eyes along with him. They made a beautiful picture, if someone

was there to take it.

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