Shorts.

The pianist.

This is the 5th time she's come and played on the piano this week.
And every single time she leaves. Drenched in tears. And she never finishes the song.
Technically we're not allowed to let customers play the piano. But I'm not telling her anything. She's too extraordinary.
Every time she plays I get lost in thought. The notes turn into memories and my mind becomes messy once again.
I'm not going to lie. I cry when she plays...
I cry every time.
It's beautiful.
She's beautiful.
Her luscious dark brown hair gently swishes every time she moves her body down to the other side of the piano to play more.
The cute little bow on the side of her head silently flops downwards as she delicately moves her hands around on the instrument, constantly varying her body position.
The piano gives out soft tones when she lets all her emotions out with the music.
But she never finishes.
She always leaves before the song is over.
But why.
I don't understand why.
She always looks so... hurt when she comes in, but then empty when she leaves.
And I don't know what to do.