he bows over the keys,
strums away with his finger tips.
and the music sends strength to her knees,
as her partner on a seemingly never-ending floor holds her hips.
she's never been into the slow stuff, it's always been hip hop.
making cats' mouthes water as she dances to the beat,
wondering when they get to cop
that feel, but knowing they'll never be able to because the truth of the matter is, they can't keep up with her feet.
but this music was .. painful, yet strengthening.
it was vivid.
it was brilliance, with no drum or string.
it made her envision her childhood of ballet slippers with ribbons, and for a second she felt livid.
she thought she'd escaped that, but here she was now, reliving her past.
thru the keys.. thru the notes.. of a simple pianist.
she wondered if it'd last,
the sense of peace that washed over her in the last three minutes or so but if she had to guess, it
most definitely wouldn't
because she didn't believe in being reborn thru music, only pacified.
i mean surely this lounge pianist couldn't
construe all the times she'd cried
into a simple piece, could he?
she misstepped and withdrew from her partner only to find herself right by the piano bench,
and she
wanted to wrench
his fingers away from the keys,
wanted to leave them as is.
her emotions were on overdrive,
as was his.
only his was able to survive
.. thru his music, and the way he played this sweet music spoke volumes to her because she knew he'd drowned in it a long time ago.
she felt his pain, standing beside him, and when he looked up at her and smiled his mega watt smile
his eyes spoke the words "i know"
and she was sure then that'd she stay awhile.