Roman Podzorov. Never say never (№ 183682)

Around just black and white, his fingers ran over the keys. He closed his right eye, and the keys are black, shut down the left, and they became white. The melody flowed a continuous stream, like a sad autumn rain, falling down from his fingers and shimmering complex sketches. She was silent, then suddenly intensified, turning into a rumble of chords. Interrupting the game, he turned around and looked at the world with sad eyes. The world in turn gravely looked at him in response. Nothing changed...