Walking down Main Street, Eva wondered if the pianos she kept seeing spaced throughout the pavement were marking some kind of date she had clearly forgotten. September eight wasn't marked in her phone's planner as anything, and yet she didn't think these instruments would just be here if not for some kind of special occasion.
She could see people approaching them curiously, some laughing nervously as they gingerly sat on the bench and stroked the keys one by one, making no true melody. Eva smiled and approached one of the closest ones, currently unused. She ran her hand over the piano, lifting the lid to access the keys as she sat down and let her fingers curl and uncurl over the keys without touching them.
The only melody she remembered knowing was Happy Birthday, but that wasn't what she played. She started out slowly, not knowing exactly what she was doing - Eva had learned music as a child but not nearly enough to be called 'proficient' in any instrument. All the same, soon enough the melody flowed from within her, through her fingers. It was a slow progression but a pleasant one, and Eva felt as if in a trance as she played; if anyone watched, she wasn't aware.
As she played, Eva hummed to the sound of her own keystrokes, momentarily contented with doing exactly and only that.