Slowly and rhythmically
My hands move over the keys
Guided by my fingers
That strike the keys
Filling the air with their musical tunes
My eyes remain shut
Taking in the heavenly sounds
Without having to look
At any piece of trivial sheet music
For all the keys are known by heart
And my fingers never missing a beat
As I subconsciously sway with the tune
All alone
In my solitary state
Just my piano and I
That is all there is.
I open my eyes
Seeing the wine
That I've perched atop the piano
And stopping the melody for just a moment
I reach out to take hold of the glass
But before I can bring it to my lips
I consider my actions
I consider my being
My piano
And I let the glass of blood red wine drop
It falls; shattering against the keys
I watch as the redness spreads over the keys
And drips down onto the floor.
And then the music starts again
Without needing my capable fingers
The melody begins once again
And I watch the keys move
With the red flow all about them
And the shards of glass moving as the keys do
My hands stay to myself
Never touching a single key
But the tune carries on
Never releasing me from it's phantom grip.
