Starbow

She sat at the black grand piano, just as she always had done. Her long chestnut brown hair that flowed down to her waist gently swaying as she played. Her smooth fingers caringly stroking the keys, never a note wrong. Her eyes closed to the set of music that lay on the stand. She wore a milk white dress, covering all the way from her shoulders to her knees. A large window across the room was open, the pearl white curtains flowing in the cool breeze. Indeed, everything was as it always was, reassuring and comforting. A small black cat sat at the window ledge, almost as if it was listening in to the beauty of the tune. It jumped down to the fl