Nimble fingers strike the first chord
Its timbre resonates within me
As my body reverberates in its sound
Succumbing to the purity of the melody
Which flows from the ebony and ivory keys
Played flawlessly tonight after hours of study

The pianist plays with such emotion
I am easily lost in between the harmony
Contrasting through the air before the stage
Nothing exists beyond the instrument’s euphony
Filling the concert hall with glorious music
Cascading from the ceiling flowing from the balcony

It reaches my ears in a waterfall of perfect pitches
Gathering together like the people of a colony
Or a swarm of bees buzzing about their hive
As they make the sweetest honey
They are so in tune with each other
Together they create their own symphony

The audience is captivated as they listen
Motionless they seem bound in mahogany
Eyes intent on the musician before them
His performance tonight fulfills his destiny
To become one the greatest pianists in the world
By the end of the performance he basks in victory

He rises and bows before the applause
I smile when I catch him looking at me
Then he brings his hand to his lips
Gently blowing me a kiss for all to see
Why do I love this man so?
He alone heard my heart’s tender plea

[This message has been edited by Lone Wolf (edited 07-17-2001).]

LoneWolf~
You are doing some beautiful things with your poetry ...
this is one of them !

'Motionless they seem bound in mahogany'
Brava !
~*Marge*~

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