There is something deeply sensual and captivating about the way fingers glide gently, and pound firmly on the rustic keys of an old piano that still sings sweetly despite its age;
about the way the player, layered in full black from head to toe, loses himself in his music and closes his eyes in acceptance;
about the music itself… every note intertwined, causing my innermost longing to be reflected through tearing eyes.
2 comments:
I'm happy you have an outlet for this sensuality.
Hi! Nice blog u got here!
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