Kathryn Stangel |
His hands moved silently, brushing over the keys
Like a duster swiftly spilling dirt-filled sills
Fingertips like feathers fall like autumn leaves
Delicate melodies pervading the quiet still
Her eyes moved wordlessly towards his sun-tanned hands
She watched as music formed beneath the black and white
Mesmerized by sweet sounds wherever his fingers land
Each note reminiscing on a memory that time forgot
Their bodies moved in rhythm, swaying to the beat
Keeping perfect time with each measure
Their legs like magnets, an inseparable feat
Their interlocking gaze- a bond that couldn’t be severed
A suspended note fades into the air
His hands laid still, her eyes turned aside
Their bodies which once an inseparable pair
Now forced to bid goodbye.
The music has ended. The memory is in the past
How sweet is the melody of love- if only it could last.