She saw through the lace curtains,
where green mountains
touched her lake
and fog hung precariously;
like her long, slender fingers
over a black and white world.
A few more moments of silence
accompanied strained movements
on rich fabric chairs
as the music began softly at first,
then faster and louder,
lights flickered as the final crescendo,
was followed by thunderous applause.
The young prodigy
listened to the steady rhythm,
composing a song
before her fingers touched a key,
then played out in gray
across a black and white world.



Dax
























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