Library Beethoven

the tears threaten to surface.

surrounded by people and yet I am the only one here.

watching your fingers fly from black to white has sharpened my senses…

of seeing the beauty flow from your fingertips.

their commanding presence confuses me for but a moment,

until the sound hits my ears…

I inhale the notes and they flood through my veins.

keeping rhythm as they flow in my blood.

it is a wonder i’m not overtaken by the arrhythmia as my soul yearns for more.

but it is over, as quickly as it began…

I am present again.

as the black and white are silenced, I exhale praise.

sending my own silent notes to you….

for gifting me with such a performance.

smileyhappysarah, 6-15-17

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