Beauty, the way your fingers glide off each key. The sound of each note ringing. The tears and awe caused by your notes. The art you created. The emotion you evoked in one short moment. The look on your face with each note. The only shift was from note to note. Random assortment of lines and dots created something so beautiful. The purity in the sound. One day you will play for me and it will be I that stands in awe of the grace you play with. I loved hearing you play, I love hearing the elegance of the piano.
