Her Music

He could hear her. Her fingers swiftly danced from one key to the next, weaving the notes into a melodious blend of bitter and sweet. The music was remarkably melancholy, and he became slightly drowsy. But then, she began to sing. Her voice was like nothing he had ever heard before, even though he had heard it a thousand times… It was heartbreakingly beautiful. He was so overcome with emotion that he felt a compulsive need to greet the musician. His clumsy feet shuffled down the hotels third story hallway, nervously stopping at the threshold of room 276. It was with a dreamy sigh that he opened the door in front of him. No one was in the room, and no one had been in years. He shook his head and retreated out of the room. Pesky ghosts.