Author Joan Warren: Piano, Music and Joy

She sat, head held high, back straight,
fingers resting on the keyboard;
waiting.
Her silken gown flowed across the bench
downwards to the floor,
hiding her feet
poised on the piano’s pedals.

Silence filled the room, foretaste high.
Music would break the silence;
soon.
A rich, joyous sound searching,
reaching and finding
the depth of one’s soul
poised and ready to receive.

The fingers fly across the keys.
The hammers strike the strings;
vibrating.
The pedals shift up and down,
holding sound, releasing
split seconds of silence.
Creating rhythm and song.

Joy soars and stays in the air.
Silence fills the room;
clapping.
She stood, head held high,
Her silken gown flowed around her.
She bowed and left,
leaving joy in our hearts.