All night she slept underneath the canopy of stars
All night she slept under the canopy of stars, birds, trees--
the music that would be a part of her next composition on the ivories.
the music that would be a part of her next composition on the ivories.
She waited until after sunrise to walk to the piano, eager to have her fingers heat up, slip slide, and melt into the keys.
The mutuality of their love for one another was concrete and unquestionable. For someone who did not know her, or the piano, that would only be evident when she began to play.
When away from her baby grand, she moved with grace through the woods of her childhood. She knew that no experience in nature would be without grist for the mill-for her song compositions.
Like the raw sugar spun for cotton candy, or the vinegary brine responsible for the perfect dill pickle, the power of transformation was up front and center--guiding the song, the dance, and the poem.
Like the raw sugar spun for cotton candy, or the vinegary brine responsible for the perfect dill pickle, the power of transformation was up front and center--guiding the song, the dance, and the poem.
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