“My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the keys softly, as if gliding my hands through water, but the musical notes kept slipping between my fingers like bubbles, waltzing away in the blue radiance.” IfsWayFeelsHandsWaterEmotionKeysBlueNotesFingersMusicalInvisibleTouchedMelodyUsualBubblesKeyboardsRadianceSlippingFingertipsGlidingMusical Notes Book:The Orphan Sky Source: The Orphan Sky
