Canon

There was something about him and windows.
The light shined into the room putting him in a silhouette. His slim figure leaned over a piano. Light, thin fingers gracefully prance over the keys playing Canon. Over and over again, he played over and over again. There was a feeling of floating as he smiled down softly at his fingers.

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