The Piano man sat down to his second home, & laid his fingers on the ivory slabs. He took a deep breath and his fingers started their magic. With closed eyes, he leaned his head back, and rocked violently as if the music was surging through him; affecting every cell in his body. Every note drew me in closer, calling me by name. It was almost as if the crowd around me had disappeared and it was only him and I in the room. In a trance I was in awe of the way he threw his soul into each key.
As the music winded down, silence draped the room. What a contrast to the sounds just a moment before! Dazed, I was thrusted back into reality. I watched as the Piano man took his simple bow and walked off the stage seemingly unaffected. I began to wonder if the experience had all been a figment of my imagination. Had he not just hypnotized me? Had he not just cast a spell on us all?
Love, Liberty, & Little Tragedies 
Love the idea of silence draping a room, it’s a lovely metaphor.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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