Thomas closed his eyes. He tried to let the city traffic outside fade. He breathed until the ticking of the wall clock slowed to a rhythmic pulse. Only then did he feel the phantom pull of a C-major chord. He pressed down. The sound didn't just ring; it bloomed.
He thought about the silence. He thought about the intention. The piano handbook
It wasn't a standard manual of scales or arpeggios. His grandfather had left it to him with a cryptic warning: "The notes are the easy part. The handbook is for the moments between them." Thomas opened to the first chapter: The Weight of Silence. Thomas closed his eyes