Recital

When her presence trod the oak-hewn boards, barefoot on the bees wax, lyrical on the shine, the cypress calm coughed ruffle of her dress, soaking slapped applause, her heart raged saturnine. Thus before the altar of the grand, when silence fell the expectation soared, precisely correlated to the bated through, cut musical astrology with every silver chord. Carved of the detailed crystal shards of sound, with fingers dipped in symmetry and fire, each avalanche crescendo stilling breath, perfection wrought from ivory and wire. And as she mourns of marrowbone and men, coitus with the discipline’s demands, her metronomic thought has cause to dwell on what possession haunts her phantom hands.