A girl plays
ballade pour Adeline
next-door on the piano
and in due time she gets it right
and it's as if her fingers
are fluttering like a butterfly
that later it hangs trembling
in the night-air
like a angel caught
while it is visible
and something wonderful
flows from the notes
while the child does bind
her heart and soul into it.
© Gert Strydom
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