Under his hands the piano keys played their melodious music. The sound seemed to flow from the grand instrument, his eyes closed as he heard the music with more than his ears. He could feel it inside him, something falling and rising, twirling and growing. The long fingers flew across the ivory keys, not missing a note, never faltering. His head bobbed, slowly and rhythmically as a snake's would. His chest rose and fell from deep breaths, and in his head was a picture of beauty. A blue bird flapping its wings, a mountain valley, untouched by human hands, the flourishing flora and fauna a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it couldn't possibly be real. He saw morning dew reflecting an opaque rainbow amidst a sky of grey.
Behind him a girl quietly entered the sunlit room, wide brown eyes trained on the ruffled, dark hair. She made her way over to a wall lined with cabinets and opened one to take out a violin. She tuned it a bit and began playing along with him. Together from the violin and the piano notes flowed and a beautiful sound was made in that sunlit room. One of the man's eyes opened a bit to watch the girl, before a content smile formed on his face. And together they played into the afternoon.