and then his fingers flowed swiftly across the ivory,
and the room was filled with a composition so complex, so luxuriant,
it was impossible to believe only one set of hands he played.
The music slowed,
transforming into something softer,
and to my surprise, I detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
Then, the music became unbearably sweet.
I couldn't speak.