[Poggio]

He was already swimming by the time their bodies hit the cushions. Galvin closed his eyes and found himself staring a fake phosphorescent stars. The space was tiny and cluttered with memorabilia from an all too brief child hood. He trek past the valley of forgotten toys following the repetitive sound of a soft piano playing in the house. Timid hands pushed many doors in an effort to find the source of the music, and when he found it, the door gave way to a large dance studio much like the one in his parents summer home. Half of the room was bathed in sunlight. The other the familiar mirrors that graced a studio room.

The sotto affettuoso called his feet to move across the wood floor. It had been so long since he moved with the true grace of a dancer that he found himself stumbling at the slightest pirouette. Each time he failed his parents voices evaded the room, chasing away the sweet lulling tune of the piano. Chastising phrases echoed through out the room, pegging him as indulgent, the second one and eventually the banter turned into chortles and non recognition. Galvin had fallen once more exhausted in the center of the room.

A breeze lifted the veil of curtains, thrusting them to the side allowing Galvin a glimpse at the player. He saw nothing but cascading curls of rose colored locks. Picking himself up he moved closer to the ebony baby grand. Galvin noticed he did not stop playing, and when Ambrosia looked up that same smug smile had fixed itself permanently on his face. Out of anger Galvin did not hit the man, instead the struck a cord, the C note in the center of the bed of keys. It crashed through the room like a deafening thunder. When string stop ringing and the room was left in silence Galvin took a seat beside Ambrosia. He laid one and over the others stilled fingers, noting with amusement how much they were like the piano. They were the mixture of black and white keys that while could create something harmonious and beautiful, could also create discord. His chest felt like it was being punched. Galvin turned blinking into the others red eyes. “I want to tell you I will never be able to kill you. That I care for you, and that Saturday is the only night that I find myself living for.” he reached up and pushed aside a curl noticing his arm was cloaked in mesh. “I am jealous of Cirro and Eva...” His voice was barely above a whisper yet it seemed louder than scream. “I love you....”He kissed the porcelain freckled man but all of that is more then you will allow.” Galvins voice had fallen back into a soft whisper.