Her clever fingers dance
Across crisp whites
Satin blacks
Gracing me the privilege
Of experiencing the most intimate
Of intimacies
A spry strike of a chord
This one a sublimely soft touch
This one a vicious attack
All as her fingers dance
Deftly in love with the keys
The word sacred comes to mind
As though not meant for eyes
Struck wordless in awe
She'll never love me the way she does that piano
I'm sadly fine just watching