Improv. Poem by Lahnee A.

Fingers brush the keys
Her soul is bared as she finds the chords
Playing her life into a song

She doesn’t know where her fingers will lead her
Her mind is wandering,
She has long since stopped noticing the
Sometimes dissonance of her chords
Or how their eyes have started bleeding water

The innocent melody slides into melancholy
Her own eyes are wet
Her fingers slip and slide across the black and white
She can’t see
It doesn’t matter
The melody
Continues

She knows where it’s going now
She’s been there before
She reaches the apex
Sound falls away

She stands
There.
A smile crosses her face
And the melody that streams from the tips of her soaking fingers
Is so sweet their hearts are breaking.
Her smile broadens
She leans into the black box and her fingers float across the keys
It’s so beautiful.

She knows where it’s going now.
She’s been here before.
She’s smiling.