The Tune

Jack's fingers gently ran through the white and black keys of the old dusty piano at the corner of the room. He wrestled for a moment, fighting the thought of actually playing the tune on the piano. He hesitantly pulled the piano chair and sat down, his fingers lay still on the keys.

This was the very same room years ago where he played the tune in the company of a dear friend. This was the very same room Jack's heart palpitated to the presence of Lucy. This was the very same room they would sit across one another without saying a word and yet felt comfortable and secure. This was the very same room in which he contemplated to confront her. He earnestly wanted to.. but he never did. He didn't know how. He didn't see how it could be. He couldn't risk it. Lucy's presence has since dissipated. Both have taken different paths in life. None knew what could have been. 

As Jack's fingers played the last note of the tune, he hears the shattering echo of the tune resounding in the empty room.