The Pianist
She shuns all people
now giving herself to them completely
creating a unique dance with her audience
Steps forward to the beloved grand piano
A glance shyly roams the listeners
Never puts herself in their clutches
Sits down in the familiar spot
A brief pause sharpens every sense
The fusion only succeeds with her tilted head
Waits for the subtle sign
The first note leads deep inside
A play of colours tunes her in even further
Each sound brings forth its own colour
Light and dark merge
Red, blue, green create a fever in her
So grateful is she for this fulfilment
Adagio is only a word to her
The senses lead her to a secret place
To her audience she is clearly visible
Within she sinks completely
Worlds of colour are now blurred
Her arms take a firm grip
Guide her fingers over the keys
Sometimes fast and then again without rushing
Perfection lives in her
The sound permeates the room
She lets it go like a dream