Once in the blue moon
She sits erect in front of the grand piano; she raised her hands and brushes her fingers through the key notes in swift and lightly. Her eyes follow the movement of her fingers as they move away to the side of the keyboard and as they return slowly like giving the keyboard a good massage.
I look at her from side. She has black and straight long hair; half covers her porcelain like cheek, her features are naturally beautiful – undecorated eye brows and her long eye lashes, elegantly point down as she concentrates on the notes. Her red lips contrast under her fair white complexion like a white canvas filled with red water color in the middle – they are slightly ajar, as if she is humming the soundless note herself while playing her favorite song.
She is wearing black spaghetti stripe shirt, showing off her shoulders, and her arms. Strains of her hair rest lazily on her shoulders, try to steal some warmth. She is wearing a knee length loose skirt – clean white fabric with black color flower printing. Bare slender legs to her feet, she is wearing a pair of sandals made partially of green snake skin, I figure out. Shape of her toes are slightly different from norm. Not to say weird but rather, they look strangely attractive.
I doubt she realizes of my existence while she is playing her piano. Each of us travels in our own mind. She is in hers – a world where there is only piano and herself. While I’m in a world that only she lives, a logical space limited confined world. Inside this confined world, she plays her favorite song, and there I sit quietly and listen with interest and appreciation.
Two tall windows hanging down from ceiling to the floor behind the whole scenery; her and the piano, white curtains pull off, overlooking the morning sky. Morning in it’s’ name as the clock shows, the sky is covered with thick white cloud however. Sunlight shines from another side of cloud, so vividly outline each piece of the cloud, that it seems like a solid sponge hanging in close distant horizon. Air has been trapped in this earth, circulating in a gigantic loop, not able to breathe its normal breath. Heaviness forms in the midst of the surrounding air, it’s like every other thing has come to a halt at this moment, except for her music.
I gaze at her as she plays the piano, she is expressionless but at the same time so expressive. She is totally absorbed into another world. In that world, she spreads her wings and flies – across thousand miles of strange terrains, summons for the clouds, rains and storm, casts them away to distant man-less land and pulls them back into void again. She is satisfied with her new found talents, that reflected by her lips being curled just a few millimeters, giving a hint of smile. Strains of her hair occasionally run into her vision. She is definitely beautiful. An indescribable air is formed around her, an aura so thick that it feels like rainbow after rain, when the density of air is still heavy - it mixed with major portion of water molecules, taste of freshness, smell of woods, and as pure as sparkling crystal. That’s all I can find in words, anything beyond that will be meaningless.
I look at her from side. She has black and straight long hair; half covers her porcelain like cheek, her features are naturally beautiful – undecorated eye brows and her long eye lashes, elegantly point down as she concentrates on the notes. Her red lips contrast under her fair white complexion like a white canvas filled with red water color in the middle – they are slightly ajar, as if she is humming the soundless note herself while playing her favorite song.
She is wearing black spaghetti stripe shirt, showing off her shoulders, and her arms. Strains of her hair rest lazily on her shoulders, try to steal some warmth. She is wearing a knee length loose skirt – clean white fabric with black color flower printing. Bare slender legs to her feet, she is wearing a pair of sandals made partially of green snake skin, I figure out. Shape of her toes are slightly different from norm. Not to say weird but rather, they look strangely attractive.
I doubt she realizes of my existence while she is playing her piano. Each of us travels in our own mind. She is in hers – a world where there is only piano and herself. While I’m in a world that only she lives, a logical space limited confined world. Inside this confined world, she plays her favorite song, and there I sit quietly and listen with interest and appreciation.
Two tall windows hanging down from ceiling to the floor behind the whole scenery; her and the piano, white curtains pull off, overlooking the morning sky. Morning in it’s’ name as the clock shows, the sky is covered with thick white cloud however. Sunlight shines from another side of cloud, so vividly outline each piece of the cloud, that it seems like a solid sponge hanging in close distant horizon. Air has been trapped in this earth, circulating in a gigantic loop, not able to breathe its normal breath. Heaviness forms in the midst of the surrounding air, it’s like every other thing has come to a halt at this moment, except for her music.
I gaze at her as she plays the piano, she is expressionless but at the same time so expressive. She is totally absorbed into another world. In that world, she spreads her wings and flies – across thousand miles of strange terrains, summons for the clouds, rains and storm, casts them away to distant man-less land and pulls them back into void again. She is satisfied with her new found talents, that reflected by her lips being curled just a few millimeters, giving a hint of smile. Strains of her hair occasionally run into her vision. She is definitely beautiful. An indescribable air is formed around her, an aura so thick that it feels like rainbow after rain, when the density of air is still heavy - it mixed with major portion of water molecules, taste of freshness, smell of woods, and as pure as sparkling crystal. That’s all I can find in words, anything beyond that will be meaningless.
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