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.
