#piano | Orobroy

The tempo increased. The ostinato grew denser, the chords stacking up like stones. The melody became frantic, a desperate search for an exit in a burning building.

Because we must, the left hand answered, pounding out the rhythm. Because stillness is death. orobroy #piano

Elias held the keys down, though the sound had died. He sat there for a long time, his head bowed, his breathing ragged in the sudden stillness. The room was dark now, the last of the sunlight gone. The piano was just a shadow again. The tempo increased

Why do we do it? the right hand seemed to ask, trilling in the upper octaves. Why do we keep moving when there is no destination? Because we must, the left hand answered, pounding

Elias closed his eyes. The room faded away. The conservatory, the dust, the dying light—all of it dissolved into the vibration of the strings.