Piano
A sleeping danseur was the night,
The breeze gentle, hugging silence
Leaves falling in lissome flight
Searing the sleepy ambience.
And there was a pianist lonesome,
Humming monotones, playing off key.
When the heart did music become
And unplayed, hidden notes broke free.
Breaking into chords sudden
Of a rapid runaway rondo
Echoing alike pleasure and pain,
Rising to a crashing crescendo.
Tearing thoughts and searing souls,
As fire and ice danced face to face.
Shattering, breaking, down all walls,
Burning melting in enthralling embrace.
The pianist has since melted away.
Yet the music still goes on.
The stirring notes etched on its keys,
The piano plays the song alone.
Daneel Olivaw
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