Black on white they bowed before her.
Skin crawling with the expectation of a hidden crowd,
Though veiled by darkness, the whispering was unusually loud.
However her ears didn’t hear,
The conversations all around,
Her eyes didn’t see,
The faces that needn’t be found.
Then without warning her performance begun,
She ended the noise, like death ends execution.
This musician becomes a translator,
Interpreting the complex language of her composer.
She threw herself at the piano,
His battle cry rang out,
She could feel the composer’s fury,
She could hear him shout.
And then as quick as the onslaught, his anger did subside,
Her hands touched and palms kissed as they arrived.
However the reunion was bitter, she could taste his misery,
Tears trickled down her cheeks as she described such agony.
But as the composition came to an end,
She allowed some happiness to filter into the sound.
In this piece he would be remembered forever.
She stood, and applause came from all around.
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