A Storm Is Brewing

A storm is brewing, and a long night begins. Dark clouds fill the horizon, thunder shakes the sky. Soon the night will cry, and wind will rush through an open window, raising curtains in a spiral lift. Lightning flashes, the room fills with dancing shadows. A silhouette sits at a piano, playing a sad sonata. One two three, one two three, one two three. The storm reflects the emotion, fingers move across the ivory keys of sorrow, trying to forget. Loneliness the master of ceremony, lightning the only audience, thunder the only applause, and the night cries. contest A Storm is Brewing 4/16/16