She wanted me to learn to play
the way she played
when her soul yearned
the subtle notes
of a chaotic melody.
The way her fingers moved
across the keys
reminded me of the way in which
leaves would tumble from trees
but travel across universes
before settling down.
Her voice was that
of a mighty ocean
with gentle waves
that rocked the biggest of boats
beneath the pale moon spotlight.
"We could be a band"
she said.
But our big gig
wasn't performed in front of a crowd
or for judges...
we played for each other.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
She wanted me to learn to play
the way she played
when her soul yearned
the subtle notes
of a chaotic melody.
The way her fingers moved
across the keys
reminded me of the way in which
leaves would tumble from trees
but travel across universes
before settling down.
Her voice was that
of a mighty ocean
with gentle waves
that rocked the biggest of boats
beneath the pale moon spotlight.
"We could be a band"
she said.
But our big gig
wasn't performed in front of a crowd
or for judges...
we played for each other.
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