Eighty-Eight
persuaded to play
she approached
the piano waiting
placidly placed
just over there
sitting undisturbed
polished perfectly
the wooden bench
accepted her presence
with little resistence
delicate daze
fiercely focused
her touch relaxed
inferred the ivories
creating cultured clarity
composing harmonic cords
invitation ascending with
melodic musical wings
subtle she sired
a sanctuary
cloaking the curtains of
crashing crowded
cascading rain
falling just outside
the open window
Over at Weekend Wordsmith the prompt is…torrential rain
photo: elfinka_veterok
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- May 8, 2008 / 6:58 pm
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