The musician played the piano by candlelight.
His wife came down the stairs to join him on the bench.
She stroked his naked back as he played.
The sounds that came from the instrument were like decorations
in the air, giving off a surrounding sense of beauty she could
only see properly with her eyes shut. So she closed her eyes.
Her fingers felt true upon the skin of his spine, the man sighed.
His fingers danced about the keys with blind abandon.
His eyes were closed too. It was her song.
The woman pressed her forehead tight into the upper part
of his soft shoulder, kissed his skin, and listened. He played on,
kissed the top of her head, eyes wet—decorating the air with her song.