Sealameet only could watch in defeat as Liz left. It had at least been a start and on the positive he at least didn't feel like he was being pushed away. He gave a short wave back before entering deeper into the room to look amongst the instruments. With five hundred years of solitude under his belt, he had to keep occupy other then just wandering aimlessly so he had some skills with instruments. He had some skill with piano's but he had found more interest with the organ type of piano more then anything else and having four arms made him at least able to do the more complex techniques with relative ease. Still after listening to Liz he didn't think much of his skills. 

He found the desired instrument he was pondering for, a rather large organ piano tucked in the back, hardly used by most it would seem. Like him it seemed mostly forgotten in time with the rarest of visitors. He sat at it for a time pondering back on the near social experience he had just a few moments ago. He did find Liz interesting to say the least even if this was the first time in attempting to speak with her. Her wings were the opposite of his by the darkness of them reminded him still of beauty, dark as the night sky, and only the more beautiful when they glowed with flames. Yet where her eyes nearly landed on was what stood out the most. The shaded hood was more then just some part of his true form but it hid away the thing he wished no one to see, his face. That was what he never wished to be judged upon and feared what people would see most. It wasn't horribly scarred or maimed but rather just because it was different he feared showing his face and pushing more away from him then he all ready did.

While pondering on that moment he began to play as if it was mere second nature on the organ piano, hidden with the corner of darkness in the room.

(what Sealameet is playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omCQ4FRaI8I)