Heart's Echo, a Poem for February
Heart's Echo The pianists’ fingers brush the keys, light and flexible as silken spring, effervescent as the clear dew of morn, blithe as the flight of a sparrow. Artfully she weaves each phrase, sweeping the ivories with effortless ease, enchanting melodies floating on the gentle breeze of a sonata, the graceful waltz of a serenade, the delicate allure of a nocturne. Her musicality flawless, Her desire fluent. Exquisitely she holds within, a rapture that threatens to shatter, an ecstasy that consumes in exquisite passion, emptying unto its end - and she, - left bereft of song or measure or utterance, Her rose petals scattered across the pianoforte, Her heart an echoing requiem in stillness. Copyright @Stacie Eirich February 4, 2021 *** Thank you for visiting my blog, and I wish you a day filled with creativity and wonder. May you be safe & well. -Stacie