Magical Music
Soft, gentle, slow, eager fingers pick up the pace. Seeing the beauty of the notes in the air as my fingers dance across the ivory and onyx keys. Longing to be free in the air. Free like a bird. Swaying like a willow in the wind. Soft and gentle my branches protect for the thoughts of the world. The climax hits and I am no longer swaying I am taken by the wind, free for the disappointment of the world. Gracefully lurching with each tap of the musical beat. The rhythm slows as I begin swaying once more. Eagerly I rush through the music to forget the world for just one moment more.
A peace practiced perfectly. Thrumming through the thorax of the theatre. Music manipulating the mastermind. Diminuendo drifting down. Quickly yet quaintly like a queen.
Eyes closed, my muscles play by memory. Dancing with the only partner I have ever known, music. Lost in the music, unable to breathe. The last vibrato bounces off the walls returning before fading to the world beyond.
Touching my face, I feel a warm waterfall from my brown eyes. Enough liquid to fill the Wabash River escapes my body and lands on the paper that has fallen across my legs. Taking the paper, I look at the empty red seats the vast darkness seems to close engulfing the bright color. My fingers touch the instrument again and once more I am lost to the world of music.
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Hi Y'all!
I decided to try something new! This is my very first Prose Poem! I hope you all like it and can enjoy it!
~ B. Whetstone
