Beautiful

We are the music makers

And we are the dreamers of dreams

*

Ever since I was young I've known playing the piano's my true passion. From the first time I heard it I knew, and every singly fraction of every single second since, I have felt it's music waiting within my soul. Waiting to be gently unraveled, and seeringly put back together again.

Playing the piano is unlike any other experience I have ever had. I do not simply play the music, it plays me. I become it's medium, and in one intense euphoric rush, it moves through my body to my fingers where it makes passionate love the the keys and produces it's magical sound. Music is magic, and ina sense magic is music - even Muggles have to realize that. The heady rushes, simple yet complete contentedness and longing depression music portrays cannot simply come from playing a certain note at the right time, but from something deeper than that. When someone truly plays music it is the magic of that person's soul that produces it, and the magic of that same soul that conveys it's intensity.

When I play the piano I play simply for me, and through this I unconsciously let go, and it sweeps me away, taking me over, and letting me feel what it wants me to. It draws on my being to make something up and beyond 'Organized Sound' which it is by definition. The feelings I receive through the music are unlike anything else I have ever experienced, and I greedily call back on them again, and again, for I know they are innate, and that they are very much mine. These feelings are what makes me never want to let go.

*

When Potter flies it is very similar to the way I play the piano. I see the glee and absolute rightness of it in his eyes, in the way he flies with such instinct, grace and ease. It is what makes want to win against him with such a vengeance – The very idea of beating perfection – and at the same time somehow makes me wish I could simply stop playing and watch what it is like to really fly. To watch someone soar as if they never want to touch ground again.

*

I hear an angry sob as I round the corner, and see Potter sitting on the stairs holding the remains of what looks like a broken mirror. I start to walk up to him to taunt but stop dead in my tracks. I see blood covering his hands from the broken glass, and tears running down cheeks falling from unseeing eyes that stare blankly at the wall opposite his body. However, it is the absolute anguish that radiates off his very being in such agonizing waves that causes something inexplicable inside of me to break.

And suddenly I don't care if I've hated him for the last five years, six months, and 14 days of my life – I want to play the piano for him. I want to play, and I don't want to stop playing until he's happy again. I wouldn't even stop then if he asked me to keep going for that same inexplicable something inside of me is telling me, and I know – oh yes, I know – that I would play for him forever and beyond if it would mean that I could see a happy sparkle in those brilliant green eyes once more.

*

I couldn't tell you how I got here, but I don't think I've cared less in my entire life. His lips are soft against mine, and it's unlike anything I've ever felt. We fall to the floor, and I can't think. I am feverish with passion and the absolute rightness of it all, and if I had a choice I wouldn't have it any other way.

His body is beneath mine,a nd my fingers shakily undo the buttons of his shirt, getting inexplicably tangled in his wonderfully wild hair before they finally brush over his bare chest. He inhales sharply, and my fingers take over as my heart lodges itself in my throat. His body becomes my keyboard, and my fingers play over it in a way unlike any other instrument they have ever played, playing a piece I've never heard before. They are somehow gentle as they explore, and play over him, feathering ever so lightly as if so overcome they don't know quite what to do with themselves. He looks dizzy with pleasure, and he soars as I let the beautiful sounds he emits – his music – take me over.

And his music is the most magical thing I have ever heard.

Green Eyes

You're the one that I wanted to find

And anyone who

tries to deny you

must be out of their mind.

Cause I came here with a load

And it feels so much lighter

since I met you

And honey you should know

That I could never go on without you

Green Eyes