The Pianist

diciannove.

he stared out his window
pale moonlight
washing the world below
in soft silver

he looked up at the sky
pinpricked leather
telling the story
of the universe

it was different
not in the way
the swollen moon
cast its sullen shadow
nor the way the trees
swayed in the cool breeze

but in the aspect
of something new
something that hadn't been
before

the stars winked brightly
and then he saw
then he could feel
her

she was there
up in the sky

her whispers were carried on the soft wind
her slender fingers were the first rays of morn
her melodies the sweet chirping of birdsong
her smile was the brilliant sun racing its chariot across the heavens

she was everywhere
she was eternal
she was forever with him
and she loved him

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i am hungry rn so i will go eat

also ciro messing around with a water bottle makes me laugh

xx alina