So, I finished all my homework, so I'll just write another one.

His fingers danced along the keyboards so fast, the black keys almost looked like they were melding with the white ones. It’s like how a ballet dancer soars along the stage on the tips of their toes. I was consumed and mesmerized by how the pianist’s hands moved along the beautiful grand piano. Then the he ended the piece so fully and satisfying that you would want to listen to it over and over again until your ears went deaf. In that instant of joy, I knew that the musician sitting on the piano chair was playing Black Keys. The song written by the poet of piano.