“She played rapidly, thinking her hands could escape his, but he stayed with her. The melody was wonderful, the harmony voluptuous, and soon she forgot about his nearness, and lost herself in the tune. He surprised her by suddenly racing ever so slightly ahead, his chords outdistancing hers. She picked …
“He never pried into her private life, nor she into his. The dark, and sometimes cold little room with the piano, had become a world set apart where their music was all they needed to know about each other. They spoke to one another through the music’s tones, understood each …
“He slid his fingers along her hand and down the length of her fingers. He began playing them as if they were keys. And when he did, music began somewhere deep inside of her. She looked at him, as it rose and sang away her worry. He played, and she …
