She Was Alone

Written by: Therese Bacha

                               She Was Alone
My brother Joseph told me one day:
I ran to the beach in the need to be alone, 
Resting my head on the soft sand giving my 
Thoughts the permission to be free, even blind,
I can dream.

Sleep enhanced my vision from Its inner depth
Carried me away to explore the sense of harmony 
That overtook my emotions as i started hearing a
sound of music in the air. 

Suddenly, a beautiful woman In a theater stage 
Ready to perform her own lyre on a harp, 
Fascinated by her personality a serene look
At the same time peaceful a smile appeared 
Just for a while, amazingly she looked the type of 
musician that would leave her audience stunned
I called her my blind musician, as I am a blind musician.

I noticed her make up so ideal to match her 
Golden dress that was sleeveless to allow her magical 
Hands once they start to play would move with a 
Feeling of no strangulation or suffocation.

A V necked dress enough to show part of her bosom 
Then came the opened pleats from her waist down that 
Would help her musical instrument to feel totally at ease
Once she embraces it for the coming performance.

I could not remove my vision from that phenomena, 
Her clothes were a witness to her richness, sitting 
On an armless golden chair like a queen, motionless, 
Still facing a void as her role to perform was not yet 
To begin, nothing surrounding her looked alive not even 
A shadow only she and her harp, if I could only 
Touch her face to caress her beauty.

No sign for a start; yet watching her harp and emphasizing 
That within minutes the curtain will rise slowly for her to 
Come face to face with the audience where she would unravel
The mystery of her silence through her melodies lifting the  
Spirits of the spectators to a higher level of ecstasy, 
Admiration will spread everywhere.

All of a sudden the theater blacked out
The sound of chains lifting up the curtain 
Sounded Like a trains whistle arriving to its 
destination. 

A golden light brought life to that woman who will 
Perform unconditionally what she knows best to do, 
Was playing with aggressiveness a variety of musical 
Tunes on her harp.

A note indicated a beginning; her first finger to caress 
A string one unique note with its echo silenced the crowd totally.
Then a clap was heard, she refused to waste time, as she was 
Yearning to get started avoiding any introduction, began 
Caressing all the strings creating jealousy even between each 
Finger of who would go first.

Gradually the music intensified so strongly I felt an individual 
Wipe away a tear; another was momentarily stunned, 
Someone else decided to share his emotions with a kiss to a
Loved one two lovers were holding hands to prove the 
Power of a touch.

Her arms free from prison were sliding up and down 
Moving on all the strings like a big wave landing
From the wild ocean to relief Its tension on the sand.
The end was exceptional, she retired waving a good bye,
Not knowing she had a husband waiting for her.

The earth moved under me I woke up already In love.
One year later we got married, It was love at first touch
Between Two Blind Individuals.

                                        Terry
                                         1/7/2013