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…
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