Music - Microkey


Slender fingers glide gently over the piano keys, searching for middle C.

All is silent until it is found, then harmonious music is heard. It grabs the heart, so achingly beautiful one might want to cry.

A second presence is felt on the bench. Weight is pressed down, and another set of fingers join in. Both sets of hands play, never once bumping into each other, never once making a mistake.

The fingers dance together, partners connected with a single purpose: to give life to the quiet keys. 

The song ends, the last note long and echoing. The hands meet, connected to two bodies. The second pair of hands reached for the face of the first. They gently caress the cheek, a cheek as smooth as a silk blanket. Nothing is said.

The eyes of both never open. There is no need, for they are blind.