The Desire

Her eyes dance across the sheet,
She struggles to catch it as it reaps,
It says the things she wouldn't dare,
And she turns it into notes floating in the air.

The melody is vivid, the tempo steady,
The crowd is silent, on the edge of their seats,
she's lost in oblivion, playing with grace,
The crowd is delighted, they send up their praise.

The tempo changes becoming vivace,
Her hands delicate like lace,
The crowd is silent, lost in its bliss,
And she continues, not a note amiss.

She finish her solo and open her eyes,
As she stares at the lilac sky,
Her heart full of fire,
She aches to fitful her desire

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