Seeing it dawn on his brother, Ryan took to the keys again, playing the piece further than he had before, letting the music sweep easily over them. Riley was the writer, the craftsman of the two, but Ryan had always had an easier time just feeling the music, perhaps because he didn't think about it as much, or maybe it just didn't matter as much to him as to try and perfect at it.
Stopping and putting the cover back over the keys, he turned to Riley again. "It's a beautiful piece. I didn't realize you were working on anything new." Anything original he meant.