*scritch, scritch, sound of foolscap page turning, scritch, scritch*
*the tentacle snags the banjo and draws it into the shadowy space. Soon, the lovely, plunketty strains of the Westphalia Waltz , played softly on a tackhead banjo can be faintly heard from beyond the curtain and pile of furs*
*the tune stops in mid-swing, a scritchetty writing sound is heard, and then the tune resumes, then stops again*
Hmmm... no, this A goes here, and there's no "F" here... Rest, rest, brush to "G"...Blast, I need my hands for this bit.
The man-shaped shadow with brass tentacle emerges and goes to the wardrobe, and dons the human form once more, returns to the shadowy space behind the bookcase, and resumes playing the banjo softly and scritching away on the music paper*