Pecking away at the keyboard, sounds of water running in the back ground, piano in the foreground. Micro fiber cloth clashes with the cold Arctic white tile. Cherry wood and rippled glass. Rainforest marble. More precious metals in this room than anybody would know, rumors of gold. The piano plays the end ‘Dead or Alive’ and starts ‘Hotel California’. Blue light floods out from a microphone without a speaker. Click clack, water, piano is all that is heard. Imaginary ball room dancers in era costumes. Looks are ghostly white, as no one is playing the piano but this object. Small white. Sounds of beautiful music but no player. This is what I think about.
Make a black and white observation of the room you are in. You may be surprised on the how far your imagination goes when there is nothing to imagine.