A man and his piano in a dark room. All you can see of the man is a dark silhouette; you can’t see his face, nor his clothing. His fingers touch the keyboard, and you can feel how every moment is dedicated to you alone. You look around you and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else in the audience; just you, the man and his piano.

Everything is quiet, except for the gentle, but powerful sound of the man’s piano. You feel a deep connection to the music and realize that the man is but a tool, a tool that allows the piano to play the sounds it feels are necessary. You feel closer to love, you feel like you’re a part of a singularity of understanding. You feel everything and nothing.

As quickly as it began, the music stops. You can no longer see the man, nor his piano. Silence spreads its dark wings over the room and you just sit there with the richness of your thought.

Suddenly the music starts again, but you still can’t see the man. It seems as if the music is coming from inside your head. The man plays a riff that is hard, fast and beautiful. The sheer confidence of his playing takes a firm grip on your heart, and squeezes it until you can only feel the true essence of being. Everything goes silent.

You have opened yourself to the new ideas of love and co-existence. Calmness takes over your mind as the man keeps playing. Time stands still as you philosophize the nature of your being and the meaning of the world around you. The man begins to build up for a last climax before revealing the cosmos to you, but you do not pay attention.

Something notifies your consciousness of where you really are and you realize you’re supposed to leave the bus on the next stop. You look at the world in a new man, changed by your experience, even though none of it ever was, anyway.

by Saku