Piano Shot

She was playing a song on the piano,
looking at everything and yet seeing nothing that lies in front of her.

Playing so beautify,
her iced blue eyes could peer into your very soul.

Playing so softly,
her red lips ever so slightly parted could be deadly to any man that wishes to kiss them.

Playing so perfectly,
her fingers so long and slender, never missing a key.

So stealthy and silent
he crept up behind her,
she just continued to play,
he slowly pulled out a gun and held it to the back of her head,
she just continued to play . . .

he pulled the trigger,
and she slowed her playing
as streams of blood ran down her flawless face...
a single drop of blood hit the snow white piano key.

And she fell fast and soft onto the keys.