A Month Later
The sound of silence.
It is my favorite. And within a dark room? Immaculate. A dark and silent room is my preferred environment. It is all I must picture to reach a certain level of concentration. If I can image an environment like that and block everything else out… I am sure there is nothing I cannot accomplish.
My fingers dance across the velvet keys. My heart swelled as I leaned forward, lips kissing the vibrating waves of sound floating indiscernibly through the air. My brow creased painfully, sweat gently sloping down the bridge of my nose. My lungs burned from lack of oxygen; throat willing to burst of copious amounts that I dare not to release. Yet, I continue to hold my breath.
It is fine.
For the tune pulls you in and throws you out. Teasing your heart and
