Piano Soul

Her tunes hit my ears, hit my heart. He’s back, she plays. I’m curious, wanting for their story. I lean my body against the wall looking at the girl. The way her fingers run over the keys, smoothly, easy, careful. She senses my gaze and her eyes meet mine. Speaking eyes. “Who is he?” I question. She smiles, a caring, loving smile. “We’re best friends.” She answers and her tunes turn happy. I shake my head, left, right. “Him.” Her eyes darken, they capture mine, unable to look away. Her tunes turn darker. I shiver. “We’re soul mates,” Her fingers hesitate and continue. “Soul mates with a broken soul.” Her fingers start flowing over the keys again, a song I’ve never heard before. Behind the glass wall the dark eyes are clouded with pain. His gaze fixed on her as he moves closer, voices blending together. He sits down next to her and they play together, perfect harmony. A perfect soul. The song finishes and she gets up, pretty eyes flooded, she walks of. He plays, her song.