play

it's an empty room
sprawling with chairs.

you're alone in the lobby
hammering away at that old piano.

you have no audience
except yourself.
and even you aren't really listening.

it's not about the sound.
music isn't about what's audible.
it's emotional.

pure. powerful. primal.

your eyes are closed.
you've got salt on your fringe.
but the only thing you feel are those cold ivory keys.

and you play.