As my fingers run down these keys
thoughts of you run down my spine
practicing my piano A's, B's and C's
we find a melody; slow, sweet, devine.
Up and down I move,
flickering lights do guide me.
preparation for a slow mystical groove
and I become lost inside my mind.
Your thoughts propel my hands
into a neverending blitz of patterns
Your voice floats over the song
and merges in unison with the notes
Two souls trapped in a musical void
one song, one voice, one us
composing our song, time becomes annoyed
and reveals the departure of us.
I skip to end of the melody
and brush across the climax
as you hit those high notes clearly
and scream into the arch of your back
Tired you are,
withered I am
Although you may not know,
You've made a fan.
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Submission Name: The Piano Fanatic
