His fingertips cascade across the keys
Note for note, he strikes a chord
And if it was my nakedness
Would he caress each vertebra just so?

He sways gently, rocking rhythmic
She lays open before him
His touch, tender-delicate
Her response, passion-resonating

A light: orchestral aura
The hammer lilts, it pulses
Melody rising, falling
The grand concerto composes

And when the moment comes
Merge a vessel, an artist; triadic entity.
And it's Bravo! they cry, Encore!
And I: enraptured. fallen.

Christina Julianna
December 17, 2009