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.