The Piano

There is so much dischord
here, you can feel it
as her hands glide
along the keys

there are moments
of pure sweetness
as her fingers
pluck and dance
over the black and white

and how poetic
how stark the contrast
that truly has become her
life

the melody so tranquil
at times getting lost
behind the thunderous notes
that echo into the room
her head thrown back
into the very essence
of the sound

as it lingers
so heavily

and then her face softens
she leans forward
as if to kiss the keys
and she does
with her hands
as they fly across
and plunge into each other
creating the most beautiful
melodious sounds
so pure so true

it pulls at your heart strings
to watch her become one
with such an instrument
of love and heartache
the keys so worn down by it

and yet she makes it sing
and caress the boundaries
of everything she knows

and there is a moment of tranquility
that rests there as she makes
the final path
the destination
the end so near
as she singly presses
one key than another
and the last sound
mingles so beautifully
into the waves of music
that filled the air

and her hands are restful now
laying so gently
so lovingly against the piano
that the only passion that remains
is the single tear
that slowly slides across
her cheek and plummets
onto the keys below