Magic. That's the only way to describe it. He showed up that day, Valentine's day, at the chapel. I don't even know his name. Kat found him first. Fingers flying. Foot tapping. Even breathing. Magic. He played like a recording. Like he was part of it. Like he'd done it his whole life. Even when he messed up his music flowed like a river of color and serenity. Joy and sadness. Fear and wonder. All form the keys that moved like water. I don't know his name. I don't know when or if he'll be back. I don't know how I walked away. Away from the magic. I wish I could have stayed. I wish I knew his name. The magician. Playing in the dark.
Magic. That's the only way to describe it. He showed up that day, Valentine's day, at the chapel. I don't even know his name. Kat found him first. Fingers flying. Foot tapping. Even breathing. Magic. He played like a recording. Like he was part of it. Like he'd done it his whole life. Even when he messed up his music flowed like a river of color and serenity. Joy and sadness. Fear and wonder. All form the keys that moved like water. I don't know his name. I don't know when or if he'll be back. I don't know how I walked away. Away from the magic. I wish I could have stayed. I wish I knew his name. The magician. Playing in the dark.
And the enticement begins.
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