Waiting for Love

With such grace
Her fingers touch
Each ivory key
Bringing forth
A beautiful sound
That carried across
The empty room
Breaking the silence

She allowed her imagination
To run wild
And untamed
The room suddenly filled
As the audience sat entranced
Listening to each lovely note

When she finished
The audience applauded
She stood in a silvery gown
Dark hair pulled into a bun
With soft curls hanging
On each side

Dipping her knees
She bowed in thanks
And straightened
The room once more empty
Silver gown replace with a plain dress
Silence once again
Accompanied her

Oh how she longed
For the comfort
Of a lover’s embrace
To heal her broken heart
And to free her prison soul