The notes flow out of his fingertips.
The piano compliments his lips.
His voice travels upon the athmosphere .
The solemn song it delivers disappears...,
Deep into the hearts of many.
His hands dance and parade on all the keys making them happy.
His movement in his shoulders compliments her as she quotes.
Yes her that sashays over the notes she so holds and folds.
The beauty oh what beauty he holds in his palms.
She holds them in her arms and never lets them go far.
She twists and turns as the piano makes her thighs sway away into the wind.
He grabs her eyes with the wonders of his undertaking
Barb Clarke
10yBeautiful, nice poem!
Shemené Kok
10yTHANKS BARBS I FEEL GREAT
TO BE COMPLIMENTED BY YOU,SEEING THAT YOU ARE SO TALENTED.
Imrogue
10ybeautiful!
Robert L. Martin
10yA beautiful love song, composed by Ishtar, God of Music. A sweet poem filled with the wine of inspiration.
Shemené Kok
9yIshtar?. I will be sure to read her up, sounds rather interesting.
Jessamay Ann
9yI love this. I can see and feel this connection between these two people. Excellent!