The delicate sound of fingers running over keyboards flew through air like it always belonged there. The stadium appeared empty with exception of the beautiful lady floating her slender fingerprints through the piano, her blonde hair floating and blue eyes gleaming with the harmony. For her, there was no world, no worries, no stress, no nothing. Just her, a piano, and the stars. However, watching from afar was a little girl, sitting in one of the the benches listening to the magic of music. The moonlight was the spotlight of the beautiful woman as she made figures come alive, dancing throughout the music in perfect synchronization, as if they trained years for this and only this moment. The girl only sat there, staring in amazement while the world around them changed to the most beautiful of heavens in mere seconds.
The little girl heard nothing but the blissful harmony in front of her, saw nothing but the figures made of air dancing around the woman, none being able to obfuscate the beauty of the player. For the little girl, in that moment there was no world, no worries, no stress, no nothing but her, a beautiful woman and her piano. Nothing else mattered, nothing could take her out of that trance the harmonic music put her in. Then, just as it appeared to have begun, it ended.
The crowd stood up and clapped loudly, whistled, threw flowers and cheers. The beautiful woman lifted herself of the bench she was siting, thanked them and graciously walked to the side of the curtain. She took one last glance at the crowd and saw one little girl, still and beaming a smile, eyes full of wonder and beauty, the music still dancing in her ears and the only one in that theater truly amazed with the magic. The woman smiled and walked away. That was why she did music, for the gleam in other eyes, the amazement in their smiles, and the magic they could listen.
