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.

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Thank you for visiting my blog, and I wish you a day filled with creativity and wonder. May you be safe & well. -Stacie

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