from The Music of the Night
lyrics by Charles Hart

Night time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes
And stirs imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it
Tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing
Music is deceiving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight
Dare you trust the music of the night

Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see
In the dark it is easy to pretend
That the truth is what it ought to be

Have you ever been on your way to bed, and realized there was one more picture you had to take?
This is the lamp that sits next to my piano, with its light rippling down the keys.

Here is the same shot with a couple effects thrown on it:
Sketch: http://www.pbase.com/image/32474121
Film Grain: http://www.pbase.com/image/32474106
And a different, tighter view of the keyboard: http://www.pbase.com/image/32461985