In Verses & Song

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