"Let me guess - painting? No... come to think of it, you're probably more a sculptor."
"How on earth did you..."
"Call it... a hunch," she said. "So... was I right?"
"Some sculpture," I agreed. "But actually mostly ceramics."
"Ceramics? Okay, so... think of a key like... the colour of the glaze, the tones, the form, the... feeling, I suppose. Ugh. I'm probably not making sense and using the wrong terminology..."
"No... I mean yes... I mean... I think I understand?"
"I don't know how; I butchered that badly. I'm awful at words", she sighed.
"Your piano says what words can not."
A silence.
"You have this unsettling way of saying really sweet things when I least expect it. Is that something you do, some skill you've practised?"
"No," I said. I stopped pacing, forced myself to sit on
