Played Pianist

The girl waited in the dim light With a black pen made for her to write Yellowing paper rested on the pearl keys Her eyes were tired, but the color of raging seas Hesitant fingers pushed softly on the slick surface She strategically placed them, and yet was also careless The notes bounced through the lightless auditorium Minor keys put together into a melody that was glum She wondered as she played If she would ever stop being afraid Her fingers flew from the left up to the right She made the high notes sound as stars at night Nearly silent, but yet they could say so much So small, but she could feel their touch The notes began telling her where to go As if she was being played by the piano Her worry and fears washed away The soft song hid her dismay Oh, how the power couldn't last forever Opening her eyes, she saw the black pen The old paper sat unwritten again