
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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