Her eyes fixed on the piano in front of her.
Her arms lifted, her fingers on the white and black ebony keys.
Two notes, then another comes.
Next, a chord from the low tones, followed by a mesmerizing, twinkling scale on the high tones.
In a matter of seconds, a harmonious, sweet, enchanting, but lonely melody is heard in the air.
Painting the scenes, melting hearts, enveloping souls.
She closed her eyes, listening to the song coming out from the piano.
Ah! How beautiful! Just me and the colours of music...
She opened her eyes, to the scenery of the white ceiling in her room.
It's already 7 in the morning, and it's Monday.