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I played piano
Not just the banging
of keys…..mundane melodies
Dulcet tones that stirred souls.
Methodical…..trancelike
Emotions flowed from
the depths of my being
Poured forth from my aching
fingertips and spilled out
unto ebony and ivory.
Loud, cataclysmic crescendos
and soft….melancholy

I played…..she listened

Caught in the riptide of my
symphonic bombast.
A mere mask…..disguising
deep unhealed scars.
Wounds that lay open
yet unseen.
She listened and she saw
what many before had missed.

I played…..she listened

We were inextricably linked
The umbilical chord of life
tied us together.
By my side, as my hand guided
hers…..together we played.
Our notes fused, morphed,
became more than the sum
total of us.
What we had wrought was
something beautiful…..indefinable.
It just was and that’s all we needed
to know.

I played…..she listened…..and understood

We are both the better for it


zenpoet.....