Music in the Halls

This is the hallway to Dave's office where I sometimes sit and pluck away at the keys. I have a trick to making the music sound acceptable in a gallery this size; it is a fabrication of sound I have employed since I was a young girl playing my grandmother's piano in our living room. I recall those keys so that when I get into a rhythm and hum some non-sense tune along with the notes, I am no longer where I am, I am everywhere I have ever been at once.