Piano He Plays

Piano

He plays,

Sitting next to me,

Moving

Left to right.

He grinned,

Spoiling me with every note

That rained down on the top of my head.

It sounded as if

Music was in his blood,

Flowing, circulating, filling, and fulfilling,

Until

It entered my bloodstream, too.

Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata

It was—

My very favorite tune and song.

Under his dancing fingers,

It spiraled into a love song.

Darkness enveloped us

Creeping into the piano room,

Contrasting

A silver trace on the floor.

There was no Bella Luna in the sky,

However.