Sometimes music makes me forget the movie
Wind instruments whirling around
Dancing in the background
Like wheat flowing with the wind
Then the swirling violin comes rushing in
Chasing the emotional pace
It will not reach first place
But in that holy space
I am in love with its’ sound

And the piano I know
Oh so well
The vibrant keys
Porcelain or ivory beauties
Ready to break beneath the rough speed
Or softly setting the mood
From black to white
Letting the busy but dull day
Transition to a musical night of delight

I slumber in their debt
The sound comes in
And out again
Dulcet tunes aging
Evolving while playing
Changing
An old maid to a young maiden
The vitality of the sounds
With all those potent emotions
It is one of the deepest loves
I have ever known