"Something Liszt."
I was at a friend's art gallery showing premiere. He introduced us, told her I played piano. I'm no professional, but I enjoy playing, and Liszt—I don't need sheet music for that.
We talked, admiring the paintings, separated and came together a few times. As I said my goodbyes, she wanted to hear me play, so she's here at home. A glass of wine and some Liebesträume to start.
It flowed over her, a slight smile as she swayed lightly, feet shifting by the end.
Do I dare?
Yes.
Mephisto Waltz #1.
How shall she dance now?
