The sun was sinking slowly below the horizon. There were no lights on in the apartment to interrupt the falling darkness. A reflection of the sunset was shown in the ivory piano, turning glossy white to liquid flame.
Notes drifted lazily through the air, mingling to create a slow, relaxing melody. A beautiful instrument; unassuming, uncomplaining, inviting curious fingers. Daydreams were constant companions to the music. Sometimes of quiet nights, some of walks in the rain, others of amazing concerts in great halls in front of grand audiences. Those were coming