There is a tantalizing piano
Humming in the background
It’s brilliantly shiny black
Reflecting the mere essence of the room
People come
And go
But few notice the key change
Or the ethereal chords played
But I do
The bar is buzzing with nerves
People frantic, anxious
Drowning their sorrows
In what is easily measured and destructive
I sit, observing the atmosphere
Drinking in the environment
I see the man
Dressed in all black
Sitting upon the piano stool
He is solemn, but content
Fully absorbed in the content of which his hands create
His eyebrows furrowed,
Nerves absolved
I study his nature
The way he cocks his head in concentration
The way his hair droops into his eyes
But the music
The music defines it all
Scattered applause as he stands
Eyes searching
For men who aren't half gone
Eyes land on me
They stare, absorbing every emotion
Crisply blue but light to feel
They hold me
The sorrow is gone
Only passion remains
And I, in the midst of it all
Break
by
Mattie Zhert
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