My hands swept unchallenged across the beautiful piano keys, each delicate but determined touch quietly ringing out into the audience. I was keeping time wonderfully, the artistic flares of my arms and the gentle rolls of the hands added a physical fluidity to the music and I smiled, dazed in my revere. I was centre stage with a soft light highlighting me against the darkened masses, who waited with baited breath for the climax piece.
But no, it was I who awakened, to be found in front of a computer screen staring incessantly. There was no grand piano keys, the only accompaniment I had was the dull sound of quick spurts of the keypad as I typed. I continually finished one piece of work only for another to appear in its place as if by magic.
I closed my eyes again, once more I was playing the piano.