Dancing on the ivory keys

The only thing I was sure about my life was that I would play until the day I died. I know that in my last moments, the ethereal glow of a single spotlight would shine on me. The theatre would be empty. I needed no audience to play on the ivory keys. I just needed to pour my heart into the music. Music, my boundless realm of emotions. Music, my conduit of innermost feelings, hopes and dreams. As melodies weaved the stories of my life and harmonies unveiled truths, I breathed. Every keystroke felt like an unspoken word, those I did not dare to pronounce without the piano.

The last note resonated. I lingered for a moment, hands suspended over the keys. I did not turn around but said:

« Thank you for granting my last wish. You can pull the trigger now. »

I did not process the words. The note I did not play echoed in the room. As life left my body, I grabbed the keys one last time.