The Pianist

The lights go up as she mutters a word

Her fingers pressed against her keys

Glances show that the audience has heard

She cracks a smile with great and utter ease

Her foot on the pedal taps the beat

Neck stretching, teeth bearing, eyes closing

Wincing at emotion complete

Innocence and sorrow now convincingly showing

An opening of light crosses her path

Crying for help she screams to the gods

Now slowly she is grasping for breath

And recovers from her open wound at all odds

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