Keys hit hard
The musical notes flowed
Her fingers danced
Her strokes as ink
Her hands danced to the music
As she reduced them to mere words
Quietly the strain died
Strings upon the keys sang
A simple melody
She knew from heart
yet could not put words too
But simply flowed
Third time
the medley picked up
The keyboard abused
the piano loved
And softly
quietly
it ended.
Hey, how was Calvin from the other day? Is he doing all right?