The Piano Piece

My fingers write a story
Sliding up and down the keys -
The white keys
The ivory keys

A picture in my mind
Streams down my arms
My fingers translate
Onto the ivory keys

Doubt interferes the piece
A crescendo of fury
My fingers quicken to the beat
- A sun behind rain clouds

Tears swell in my eyes
Blurring my vision
My fingers write on
The story isn't complete

Music fills the room
Catching everyone's attention
The melody strikes their hearts
Their fingers tap the beat

The fingers stop writing
The song has ended
The master bows and smiles
The people sigh with reverence

I open my eyes. I was thinking of you