The Art Within The Pianist

You were always there, always watching me play.

Third row at the front, fifth column from the left, chair number 26, that was the seat you always chose.

A seat that allows you to see my fingers gliding against the black-and-white keys perfectly, was that why you always sat there?

Those green eyes that stares at me with genuine fascination like no other, and that beautiful silky brown hair that calls for me to touch.

Isabella, you said that was your name. I never knew such name that suited you perfectly could ever have existed. I had spent so many sleepless nights just to figure out what your name was.

You were always there, always watching me play.

I was content, and always glad to show you the best performance for the night, only for you to come again the next day,

Until you didn't.