she banged her hands through the ivory keys.
she once thought the music in her was long dead. and that her hands cannot create the same beautiful symphony like she did before. but together with the dreams, he brought melody back in her life. and she played.
now there’s no one to play it to. and he will never hear the music that bursted through her soul. it can never be for anyone else.
she took the sheets and kept it. maybe for good.
for now, no one will hear the music in her.