Thoughts from the past dwelled heavily on her mind. She was brought back to a time when not everything appeared to have such consequences, when her life had only begun to be as free and lively as she willed it to be. It was rare of her to be so introspective as of late, but she could not help where her mind would wander. Today’s thoughts brought her back to Vienna and the studying that she had done there. While learning her lessons in many subjects, piano had been her escape. Her art form where she could play and merely let the world around her dissolve.
Her talent was something that she did not mention frequently. But it had been one that Lydia had to work hard at with a grueling maestro every evening for at least a couple of hours. With her mind still fresh at that younger age, she had been able to make her mind and fingers nimble enough to play the beautiful instrument.
Previously, she had seen the piano empty and that was her current destination. Lydia attempted to hide her mission from the passengers around her, not wanting all to know of this hidden passion of hers. Once she arrived at the room where the piano was last time she had seen it, she slipped into the door and glanced around. Alone. Completely and entirely.
Slowly, she wandered over to the instrument before taking a seat at the bench. With reverence, she pulled up the lid and looked at the ivory and ebony keys displayed before her. Her eyes closed as she tried to imagine the notes to a piece that could possibly relate her pensiveness. Her hands found the keys as she began to play. (x)