As he sat before all the keys that are laid before him on the piano today, he starts to wonder of all the beautiful melodies resting within the keys, just waiting. Waiting to be captured by the imagination, the emotion and the passion of the pianist. The pianist would then ponder, as he gazed back at himself through the reflection on the crystal black finish of the piano. His eyes staring through his soul, searching for that one song. The song that he tried to write over and over and over again.
Then she came waltzing by, like the Chopins he knows. But there was something in the way she moves, he will never be able to understand. It reminds him of techno somehow, but this was no techno. Nor was this anything like he ever imagined. She was the song he has been looking for. But there was something in the way she moves, he will never be able to understand. A song he will never get.
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