Piano notes echoing, empty corridors. Haunting melody, churning raw emotions. Ivory and ebony, different, but inseparable. Soft felt pads hitting cold steel, resonating. One whole note, one half, combined a symphony. A forbidden melody, one that can never be played. Society will condemn it and berate the composer. Question the moral principals of the conductor. The composition, defies all logic and reasoning. Such discordancy screaming at me to say no. My heart wants to say yes and over again yes. People will condemn me, spit in my face. Is love worth such a bitter taste. Love is everything and must be. Love is worth the cost. Without it I am dead. Love is life to me.