i heard there was a secret chord

Lily As if by divine intervention, a chord wafts towards her, drawing Lily away from the house she’s currently peeking in to, and down another street. Luckily it’s not a one-time thing, and the irregularly timed, but generally constant sound of scales leads her towards an area she’d yet to visit. Her heart begins to pound with excitement, daring to allow herself to hope that, well - something may come of this and that it isn’t a wild goose chase. She locates and determines the exact house where the music is coming from; rather than peeking in the window to spy on its inhabitants, she goes around to the front door and raps loudly on it a couple of times. Insistently. As if her hands could convey her need through the door and to Kalt that there is someone outside who absolutely must talk with them. Lily assumes friendliness, the best in the whomever is playing and tuning the piano, letting herself get ahead of reality and dive into fantasies where somehow, she’s already got her hands on those ivory keys. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand