No More Music

The lid shut over the pearly piano keys with a quiet click.
With a wistful smile, she brushed her hand over the smooth dark wood, the final note she'd played on the piano still ringing in her ears.
She loved this piano.
Unfortunately, where she was going, she couldn't take it with her. Too big, too bulky. She could hardly move it here in the house, let alone carry it away from it.
She turned away from her only joy in this place, adjusting the strings of her bonnet.
Head held high, she glided from the room without a second look, heart fluttering violently in her throat.
No one ever did this.
No one would ever leave like this.
But if she didn't leave.
Didn't take a step for herself.
She would die. She couldn't live like this anymore. Live this horrible life.
Her hand shook as she raised it to hail a city carriage.
At any moment she expected to be caught. For someone to realize what she was about.
She plastered a smile on her face. "To the Opera, Please." She said, stepping inside.
She always went to the Opera at this time.
To listen to the musicians, the players, the performances.
She'd dreamt of performing there.
No longer.
Her habits would be her solace. No one would suspect....
She cut off the thought.
Silly to think anyone could read her mind, but if she thought about it, maybe someone would realize. And she couldn't have that.

-Inspiration from watching Episode 3 of Murder Maps. -Seeing the lid shut on the piano.