FoundationOf115

I see his hands, they play the keys so elegantly. He presses each key with passion and carefulness. His face is gone, a black figure just playing the most beautiful sounds I could ever hear. I just sit down on the ripped carpet and watch his hands move at the same consistency. He's perfect. He plays the notes over and over again, but this time it's different. I hear the muffled sounds of him trying to hum, he can't though. He groans and tries to hum again, his hands cringe up as he plays. My pupils dilate staring in amazement, but something changes... I see him fade, into ashes slowly. His face melting towards the keys. I try to open