Luminous was the piano case from the seeping rays of moonlight. He sat by the piano keys on his rugged bench. His tuxedo, tattered and gray from the dirt of passing years, presented a worn out image of his sufferings and madness.
Harsh, scaly fingers sequenced a rhythm out of the shiny, white piano keys. An intense tune filled the air and every rising note peeked into the hidden corners of the room.
They call love, a parasite. It is that power that dominates all of you. Burying its claws in the soft cloud of your soul, it tears your assumed rains apart. A smile is what love takes to pull your soul out of your chest and when it leaves, you are left with nothing but a decaying flesh. Your bones turn into a sponge and your breathes turn into a thick smoke of sighs. You don't remain you. You become love.
"What do you hear when you play it?"
I stepped from the dark into a brighter corner.
"Her voice."
I stood there in a dark corner and felt my breathes dancing over the ecstasy he played. Every note filled with grief, yearned and longed to meet its end.
"What makes you play this beautifully?"
My eyes glinted a wonderful admiration.
"Her laughter."
He kept raising the notes.
It was all piano and its cries in the air between us until he looked up and his fingers stopped moving.
I blinked my eyes open from the trance that prevailed the room a second ago.
"What is it? What are you looking at?"
He kept watching across the blank space with blood-shot, stoned-eyes. I witnessed a strange face masking his features. For a moment, I was unable to recognize him.
"Who are you?"
My voice had a tinge of fear.
He parted his parched lips to whisper his end.
"Her."
And with that her, the parasite of love dominated his existence. And with that her, he was no longer him.
The moon completely drained his body with its light.
He was a Sun conquered by a moon.
