A row of keys stares back at me.
The notes come to me in beats of three.
I play them, my fingers pressing on the keys.
The chords sound off. The sound makes me freeze.

The resulting sound was like glass shattering.
My teeth started chattering.
I ended up taking in a deep breath.
And I looked at the piano in depth.

And I began to play again. My fingers started gliding.
All of my emotions are released. Colliding.
The tone shifts. I can hear the audience weep.
As everything breaks through the seep.