Piano melody

The window was open and I got up close. It was very cold and my skin was chicken for drops in temperature.

The house was completely empty. The silence so horribly betrayed by your absence was raging in my body, my mind and my soul.

I closed my eyes trying to remember some of the times I had seen some of the false memories that these years had created in my mind. I could not, your image was completely removed from them.

What he wanted to remember at that time? Your voice, your smell, your eyes ... ? I wanted you by my side but what I wanted most was to hear some of your songs that you'd love me.

Then like a miracle it were my ears began to pick up the first chords of that first song of yours I heard. Moreover, the sound seemed so real .. as if it were close.

I went upstairs I did not know why but my heart broken so I asked.The ascent was slow and each step he took the sound grew louder as if indeed your perfect, thin, snow-white and soft hands were sliding down the ivory keys enjoying every note as if it were the most beautiful sound ever had listened to the hearing of this wonderful pianist.

I came upstairs and walked into the room where the sound of the instrument began to be strong.

The door was ajar and panic gripped me. What if there really had someone playing the amazing song by imitating to perfection?How could they be playing in that room if there was never a piano?

I clenched my fist on my chest and kept going until ... I saw you.

Your perfect figure with a straight back straight and your hands caressing the piano keys he had never rested in the room left me completely paralyzed for a moment.

I approached the bench and watched you play to the delight of all my senses came back to get some of that light in the darkness that has engulfed my life by not having you by my side.

Giraste your face slightly to give me the most of your smile as the last chords of the melody flowed so naturally that the piano seemed an extension of your body and feelings.

When the last note sounded, your hand rose to stroke my cheek and again I felt your touch on my skin but then when I felt that my world would shine your figure began to clear in excess up to a bit worrying that mean .. snatch you from me again?

I held fast to your neck while still corporeal and your hands stroked my hair not understand why you hated because it had recently appeared giving me the greatest gift you would go to the second to give me the worst of nightmares.