I don't play piano. Yet I felt like writing this. It is not gothic so I didn't put it there. Rate brutally.

Across the keys

Rolling steadily, across the keys

Tones of music gently flitting away

A rapid crescendo, a musical piece

A single note not played, eyebrows shoot up from every face

A clumsy cover, a buzzing chatter

Seats begin to empty

And my fingers flit across the keys,

My musical notes echoing in the empty hall