Strong but graceful hands
Touching, caressing, pounding on
The ebonies and ivories.
He makes music emanate from
That instrument on four legs.
His fingers firmly on the keys,
The sound of unbroken notes
Flowing like a gushing stream.
Slow, moving, poignant, melancholic,
Melody of romance, or lament, or maybe of nostalgia.
He strikes the last note, the last chord,
The finale, then lifts his hands from the keys.
He bows, the audience stands, applauding.
The curtain closes, and I silently exit the hall,
Leaving the pianist to relish his moment of glory.
-Katherine Lopez, 31 December 2009