Piano

                                    

                                          
The keys of the piano, being gently played; overflowing with emotion. There is no other sound. 
                          
My paintbrush glides across the canvas that begs for creation, adhering to the rhythm of the piano notes; a collaboration of expression. 
                          
The piano consumes Yoongi, his eyes lightly shut, his hands harmoniously working together to produce the gentle music. 
                          
And I don't even have to look away from the canvas to know this, it's clear by the melodious passion traveling through my ears. 
                          
I'm painting another portrait of Yoongi, at his request, with a twist of abstract of my own, at my own will. To the best of my ability I'm trying to translate his music notes into a painting,
                          
but the gentle music becomes more aggressive and Yoongi's fingers are smashing the keys at an accelerating pace and his eyes are still closed but his brow is furrowed and I can see that he's concentrating and the notes are deafening to my ears but they're still relayed beautifully and in harmony. 
                          
And then they go back to a gentle melody. 
                          
And I think that's exactly what Yoongi feels constantly, it's a duel between serenity and insanity. 
                          
Yoongi begins playing the melody of his solo "First Love", to which he begins audibly whispering the lyrics that were once wrote for his piano, but I can now see that his eyes are open and on me, lovingly set on my silhouette. 
                          
"내 기억의 구석, 한 켠에 자리잡은 갈색 piano"
(In the corner of my memory, a brown piano perched on one side)
                          
"내 앞에 구석 한 켠에 자리잡은 나의 사랑"
(In the corner in front of me, my love is perched on one side)
                          
I blush at his change in lyrics, and finally peak my eyes off of the almost finished painting and onto Yoongi, who is smiling back at me. 
                          
"Idiot..." I grin embarrassed, turning back to the palette. 
                          
I hear him giggle at my response to his small expression of love and he continues playing the piano, the notes are now whimsical; they contrast the all white room.
                          
As I'm adding the finished touches to the painting, the notes steadily shift to a slower, sadder melody. Lower pitches juxtaposing the higher pitches, and I'm almost brought to tears. 
                          
The piano, that's what Yoongi can communicate through, and I want to know his thoughts, and I can guess them,
                          
through the piano.