I was distracted by something in my peripheral vision
one more glance and I was speechless.
Beautiful was too less to describe
was single toned and dressed in black.
My fingers ached
I wanted to touch and feel.
I wondered if she will be loud or mellow,
will lead or follow.
I wanted to show her my world, play, surprise her with my gifts.
I desired her to be mine, spellbound with my tricks.
I starred at her immaculate perfection
Did she understand our silent communication?
Only if wishes were horses…
Around the corner, was the classic Steinway Model B