Posture

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   He sat there watching her. He watched her every move, her posture, her grace, beauty and power. She sat on her black chair with the most beautiful posture. Her shoulders and hips were squared, her back was straight, her head was up, her arms were extended to the tip of her fingers making her look like she's 6 feet tall, her thighs were exactly 90 degrees to her chest, her stomach was in and her ribs were pushed out.
 
   Her fingers were floating as they glided across the keys of the piano producing the most astonishing piece of music. She played with every ounce of her body. She felt the music, its was consuming her body, mind and soul. She was a completely different person in a different universe. A different galaxy.
  
   Her facial expressions were soft and loving. Her eyes were sparkling, her face was glowing. Music did that to her. She looked like and angel. He sat there studying her. He missed her so much. Its been so long since he saw her like that. She looked so peaceful.
 
   As she played her favorite piece of music Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven a smile kept forming on her face. The sounds she was producing were forming a story, an image, a painting...a masterpiece with numerous colors. A masterpiece which only took 7 minutes to complete. He admired her as she was glowing and beaming.

   Right after playing the last note and lifting her fingers off the piano keys, her posture completely changed. Her shoulders dropped, her hips relaxed, her back was hunched, her head was dipped, her arms shrunk and are close to her side and her long fingers were closed making a weak fist. Her chest was about 45 degrees to her thighs and stomach was relaxed and her ribs collapsed.

   Her face was tired and sad, her eyes were dead. She looked like someone who had the weight of the world on their shoulders. She wasn't glowing anymore. Everything she produced in 7 minutes was wiped away, it disappeared, it was completely gone. The masterpiece was destroyed and was worth nothing now.

   She turned around and gave her back to the piano but didn't get up. He stood up and walked to her and stood in front of her. She didn't notice his presence. The moment he settled his hand on her head she flinched and turned her head the other way then looked up at him with sorrow and pain in her eyes.

   "Are you scared from me?" He also was in pain and thought she didn't even want him to touch her. She moved her head left to right indicating that the answer is a no. "I'm always here for you, I'm waiting for you to come back to me...." She got up from her seat and made her way to the door but before she opened it he rushed and grabbed her from her waist and pulled her close to his chest.

   He inhaled her scent and felt her warmth that he was longing for. She didn't pull away, he was deprived of everything and she didn't want to take away this moment from his as well. But once she felt his heartbeat on her back she was scared of how she might react to this so she got out of his arms and walked out of the room, leaving him there to wait. To wait for the day which seems to be a very long way away.