Chocolate

Silently tapping through darkness,

careful not to produce a tone.

Distantly slow tones are played,

its melody slow and sad.

Its disturbance means death of the moments simplicity.

Grateful movements open a door.

Shades of silver light cover my hands,

the piano's distant tones well through the moonlit night,

As the sweet sensation covers my lips,

I close my eyes and melt into the moment.

- Yuki (23.07.07)