The music echoes in the hall
She turns around in circles
Searching for the sound
Trying to find the source
The light and fluffy chords
The constantly moving bass
Floating towards her ears
Making her wonder, wander and listen
Suddenly the key change comes
From major to minor the music flows
The freedom melting
The atmosphere left with regret and despair
She's closer now
The rhythm flooding through her body
The sound rising, higher and higher
She runs to the source
It's in her vision now
A shiny black piano
But the bench is empty
And her mind is full.
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