The song playing on the piano wasn’t exactly eerie. Perhaps, was it playing in a grand ballroom, with lights of gold and soft laughter echoing, Chopin’s Mariage d’Amour may have even been relaxing. Comforting.

Somehow, it still was. Even though there was a light storm outside, distant thunder somehow reminiscent of that quiet laughter, the tapping of the raindrops similar to the light footsteps of dancers. The dark of the night cast a softness about the old, gothic house. The piano played slowly, with such ease, was beautiful. Warm, despite the chilling winds outside the window.

Gomez’ eyes were closed most of the time he played. His hands moved easily, the song practically possessing him. As he played the final keys, his eyes slowly opened. They found his visitor and he lit up with a smile.

“Evening! I hope my playing did not disturb your rest.”