Not yet a single chime

The notes will pierce the silence

evoking the sublime

His heartbeat quickens

Thoughts run through his head

As he pierces the silence

A destiny is met

The fingers travel swiftly

Note after note is played

A melody is forming

A melody is made

A hand touches his shoulder

It soothes his very soul

The muse guides every motion

He fills in every hole

The melody bewitches

It tells a thousand tales

With his every movement

It leaves a hundred trails

He glances at his watch

It is so very late

He plays right through the silence

It is his very fate

Note after note is struck

Tale after tale is told

The melody has formed

What power does it hold?