Elegantly

She stands

In a corner

Inviting me

To play with 

Her Delicate Digits

She takes

Pride

In her

Shapely form

Rounded tone

And knows

Of the haven

Her music

Creates

Heavenly

Irresistible,

She is

My feet have

Gained

A mind of their own

Before I realize,

The bench

Is under me,

My fingers 

Curved

Perched atop the 

Smooth

Black and white

They run

Across the keys,

And I

Am filled

With Fulfillment

I allow my

Fingers to run

Loose 

For I know, they,

Have also joined

My feet in

Their secession

From my

Mind 

Melodies 

Leap from my 

Fingertips 

To the keys,

Telling a story

Never told

Before

I am lost

In a

Different dimension

No longer bound,

Flying

Captive Yet Free

My fingers

Scramble

Across the keys,

Trying to render

Perfection,

The music 

Exquisite and

Unique

I hear

Children laughing

Sonorous voices

Tinkling bells

Complementing

Soul mates

Memories arise

Childhood tales

Fantasies

Fairies and angels,

African drummers, and

Indian dancers,

United, as one,

Through music

All too soon,

My eyes flutter

Open

Bedazzled by the experience

Yet Yearning

For more

And just

For a moment,

A single

Moment,

I am again

In the land

Of shining stars,

And singing birds

Escorted by

Heavenly tunes

She stands

In the corner,

As if 

It were all just

A dream

Nonchalant

At that

Instant,

I realized

How supremely

Beautiful 

Playing a piano

Can

Be