"speech" 'thought' text

It had been weeks, actually a month since he'd played the piano. His hand was still stiff from the damage Teddy had done to it the day of his punishment. But the best way to get the full range of movement he needed with his hand, was to use it again. He had been playing quietly on the piano for a few minutes now, and as he drew to the close of the song, wistful tunes gently exuding from the instrument, he stopped. My Heart Will Go On was finished, though done a bit choppily.

He extended all his fingers, wincing at the pain which came from stretching his hand. With a sigh he wiggled his fingers, and began to play another song, this time the music of Billy Joel. He liked the singer-songwriter. Liked even more the music he had created... songs for all emotions. The music was sad, bringing thoughts to his mind that had been resurfacing more this past month. He didn't like how tiring emotions were at times.

He didn't sing along, just played. For the Longest Time all the while thinking about Jenny. He was still stuck up in his past, and it was questionable if he'd ever actually move past it. His fingers danced over the keyboard, the pain of his mostly healed hand forgotten as he drowned himself in the music. He was sad when it came to an end.