Quicksand

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.

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Photography by Dmitry Rogozhkin