Written by Jacob Ibrag
Directing a smile towards the pianist,
the lady in white gently clapped and wished
that he’d keep playing. Obliged, he took a deep
breath and placed his hands upon his instrument.
Each key that his fingers pressed, ever so connected
with her skin. The longer he went on, the deeper she
drowned in his influence. The slower he played, the
faster her knees continued to give away. Barely being
able to stand, she moved closer to the piano and would
lay on it. This was his musical quicksand and she
wanted nothing more than to lose herself in it.
Photography by Dmitry Rogozhkin