The Pianist

Cocooned by the light Of the tender moon, He sits surrounded by the warmth Of his melodies, He smiles with tears in his eyes… His fingers slide between the keys, As the hymn plays softly Whistling with the breeze… He sways as He smiles with tears in his eyes… Right and left, He slightly moves Encircled by the tunes Of magnificence, He smiles with tears in his eyes… Harmony, as seconds seem perpetual, The essence of beauty drenches the air, As he sits tranquil On his piano chair, He smiles with tears in his eyes… His eyes glimmer, As the moon reflects its violet Radiance on them, He contemplates the dusky night As he continues to play, He smiles with tears in his eyes… Tangible art, Released from the core Within the heart, The music continues to chant, He smiles with tears in his eyes… A night in which, it awaits dawn, Where he sits and plays, For everything else is gone... He smiles with tears in his eyes… Dawn is here, As the sun began to rise, He continued playing Smiling with tears submerging his eyes, He suddenly stops the music, And loudly cries… He weeps, as tears fall from his eyes…