Soft honey floated in the air,
finding everyone present
and grasping them by the heart.
Flowing from a mountain to a canyon,
with the beauty and grace of a ballerina.
Movement swift across the black and white keys,
producing the sweetest sound.
Eyes closed, unseeing,
to what one of their senses was doing.
The sweet sound of a richly tuned piano pulled
tears out of the strongest warriors.
Slowly, but ever so gently
the music slowed and
faded until only a memory held dear
by the ones lucky enough to witness.
Eyes opened
and a soft screeching noise came.
A young child,
only at the most at the age of 7
stood and walked proudly to the front of the stage.
The sound of a million insects
flapping their wings in approval filled the auditorium.
Whistles calling out to the girl.
Her soft black curls
of shoulder length jerked forward.
Gasps and screams filled the room.
Gravity was pulling down, down,
down.
A sweet "thank you" left the lips
of a young prodigy,
shuddering next to the cold floor.
A man ran out an knelt next to her.
Soft crystal falling of his chin.
Crimson flowed out of the once happy lips
and her soul was free of her body.
She drifted off to a place known by no living man, or woman.
She smiled down humming a soft familiar tune.
Cristal fell from the sky,
she smiled skipping though puddles but making no splash.
Tears flowed and rushed onto the platform,
but it was too late.
She was gone,
but smiling.
finding everyone present
and grasping them by the heart.
Flowing from a mountain to a canyon,
with the beauty and grace of a ballerina.
Movement swift across the black and white keys,
producing the sweetest sound.
Eyes closed, unseeing,
to what one of their senses was doing.
The sweet sound of a richly tuned piano pulled
tears out of the strongest warriors.
Slowly, but ever so gently
the music slowed and
faded until only a memory held dear
by the ones lucky enough to witness.
Eyes opened
and a soft screeching noise came.
A young child,
only at the most at the age of 7
stood and walked proudly to the front of the stage.
The sound of a million insects
flapping their wings in approval filled the auditorium.
Whistles calling out to the girl.
Her soft black curls
of shoulder length jerked forward.
Gasps and screams filled the room.
Gravity was pulling down, down,
down.
A sweet "thank you" left the lips
of a young prodigy,
shuddering next to the cold floor.
A man ran out an knelt next to her.
Soft crystal falling of his chin.
Crimson flowed out of the once happy lips
and her soul was free of her body.
She drifted off to a place known by no living man, or woman.
She smiled down humming a soft familiar tune.
Cristal fell from the sky,
she smiled skipping though puddles but making no splash.
Tears flowed and rushed onto the platform,
but it was too late.
She was gone,
but smiling.
