i heard there was a secret chord

Lily Lily would swear to one of the Gods that she heard it. That beautiful tinkling, the sound of wind chimes and ivory and strings. It made her stop dead in her tracks and spin around, looking like a crazed woman in the middle of the street. And then it disappeared, as quickly as it came, leaving the entertainer to wonder if she’d dreamt it, or simply wished so hard for one that she was able to conjure up ghost music to drive herself crazy. And, ok, so it’s a little weird, but every now and then, when the streets are empty, she takes the opportunity to peep into windows, trying to see if there’s a rogue piano somewhere. You know, casually hiding under some sheet in an abandoned house, or adorning a lovely sitting room. It would be easy to mistake the redhead for doing something else, however, if one were to come along at the wrong time. Even with that knowledge in her head, Lily can’t help but continue her fruitless search for the piano - one house at a time. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand

Kalt