Drifting of scented gums through the air, the piano player sits there on the stool, eyes transfixed on a distant thought as the PP starts to trip soft white fingers along the white and black road in front, in the cool of the morning. The lightness of the material cladding the PP highlights the PP players senses though the yellow glow. The early morning sun drifting through the particles in the room has a warming effect on the PP's mind even if the coolness of the air has spread goose bumps over the PP partly exposed body.
With the chirps of the feathered friends drying themselves of the early morning dew in the distance, the PP watches the particles swirl lightly before the PP eyes as fingers start in a trance to match the slow rhythms of the room and surrounds. Softly notes extend from within the heart of the PP through the PP organs to dance along with the rays of light to be absorbed in places from soft furnishings or to rebound from hard cold walls. Matching the rhythm of spiralling light within the room the PP talked to the feathered friends through the PP fingers dancing on the key board sending a melody from deep with in.
The PP's cladding, light like the melody, provides no warmth till the warming rays creep upwards like fingers softly touching, caressing soft uncovered skin. The warmth of the sun is felt like a lover, soft and warming, its fingers moving slowly upwards as if on a mission of seduction, a seduction of the mind as the PP gaze tells of far distant thoughts, thoughts that heighten body activity, blood flowing faster as the melody tempo increases, blood to move the warmth of the sun to parts that feel neglected from want of attention.