I sense the sun
before I see it...
My eyes open
slowly
to take in the
warm light
filtering in
through the
closed blinds...
I stretch out
on my back
warding off
the lingering
haze of sleep...
I make my way
down the stairs
of this new house
of which I am
merely passing
through...
always passing
through...
I grind up
the cheap
coffee beans
I find in
a cabinet
and put a pot
on to brew...
I lean against
the counter
and glance over
at the gorgeous
piano
beside the staircase...
I walk over
and sit at the
bench
running my fingers
over the
smooth ivory keys...
I begin
to play
a familiar
tune...
Beethoven's
Fur Elise
My fingers
dance
up and down
the familiar keys
sending notes
beautiful & haunting
through the
otherwise empty
house...
the hardwood floors
& high ceilings
provide incredible
acoustics...
I move on
to another
familiar tune...
an old hymn,
Come Thou Fount...
again my fingers
glide up and
down
the full length
of the piano...
the notes loud
and clear
full of energy
I let the
last notes
linger...
looking up
I see my
reflection
in the
glossy black
finish...
I am a ghost
in the reflection
of my
beautiful piano.
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