There was an aura about her

When she sat before the keys

Her melodies spoke of angels

With each note, she’d appease

Porcelain fingers over ivory bars

Reminded me, always, that she had come far

A light in the darkness, she brought me much joy

Quietly I would listen, and never annoy

But one day the piano laid silent and still

No longer was the music being played with her skill

What I found in her place, was a single red rose

Her goodbye to me, just her way, I suppose

Yet her song forever lingered, sweetly, in my mind

For she was my music, so lyrical, and refined

 

Writing Prompt – Musical Undertones – Day 5/30

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