Keys and Strings

As Edward drew closer, the colours danced for him, the flickering of light present, then seemingly eaten by the darkness. He examined the piano strings that would lay dormant under the piano's lids when closed, hidden from the world. He inspected each one, knowing that each possessed the ability to create a beautiful melody, knowing what its vital organs looked like as if it were a dissection, and how each piece was connected. It made him think of a harp settled on its side, the musician an angel, as he grazed the assortment of keys being offered to his yearning fingers.An exquisite thing.