.pianoforte
The black piano at the cafe was accessible for everybody. Whoever felt like playing or wanted to try it out, had the possiblity to do so. However, today the waiter would play some pieces of music. He slowly sat down, and gently touched the keys. Kang Joon liked the rough surface under his fingertips. The piano was an old, but still majestic beauty. Faint sunlight broke through windows, shone upon the white Vintage interior. In the midst of the chairs and tables that black piano stood, waiting for someone to play it.
He closed his eyes and took deep breathes. It wasn’t his first time to play in front of others, but everytime there was a chill running down his spine. And he loved it. The male raised his sleeves, the white wrists were outstanding, delicate veins lying beneath.
His choice for today’s performance was a masterpiece of his role model Chopin. Kang Joon wanted to lead his audience into the sounds of Op.11. The fingers looked carefully for the right keys, moved slowly forward, as if they feared to broke the old instrument. His whole body moved as the piano piece went on, he fell into a state of ecstacsy, felt the music within his bones. The warmth of the sun had him in it’s grip, nevertheless he was covered in goosebumps. Only the warmth of another human being could heat up his body.
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