Piano

5/27/10

 Who was the first to cry at the sound of a chord?

When was the first piano and song for it to sing?

How many have been ministered toby its passion?

Like the entertainment of the angels?

He plays in the dark,

Alone with his sighs,

Deep in the strength of the living song,

And the silent unknown sitter,

The quiet room is drowned in the echoing sway,

The sway of the sound and emotion,

He leans low over the keys,

Moving as a captive to the deluge,

The light of the moon washes across him,

With every breath of the song.

Father and farther into the emotion they sank,

In longing, loss and hope,

The song it danced,

A solemn sprite in her first and last dance,

The world swayed to her movement,

The stars sang along.

But the final note faded,

The pianist gave his last sigh,

The sitter was left alone as the door silently closed,

He slowly stood,

Sacred silence preserved,

And as a changed man,

Left.