Quiet Masterpiece
A merciless rhythm haunts him
in the chill, indigo night
thrilling scales move restlessly
inside his tormented mind
aching to be released.
He stares outside the rippled windowpane
vacuous trees are scattered shivering
lifeless leaves swirl about in listless clumps
yet the breath of revival awaits.
If only his fingers could move again
to feel the luxury of strong fingers
dancing over the keyboard
releasing compositions
from the flaming desire in his soul.
The ache of longing overwhelms him
weakly, he hums an intricate tune
as the cerulean frost collects
on high arched windows
angels listen with rapt attention.
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2023
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