Slim

Curved

Silver and black

Fingers flying,

Dancing even

Over keys of wrought metal

Laid over dark carved wood.

Singing, it trembles

Underneath the fingertips

A melodic and savory song

Caressing the ears in deep

Notes of chocolate and musk

And high notes of spun sugar

And wind in the tree branches.

It breaths with life of its own

A magical creature tamed by

Its potent master on high,

Cradling it within agile hands

Waiting for the next note

To burst forth in glory

One great symphony

Told by a

Single soul

Lamenting grace, sweet grace bemoaned

Lost in the mists of time, now found again

In the solace of this unearthly thing that it Music.