Nimble fingers
Caress the keyboard
Then hit.
The instrument sounds;
Soars up a strange music
That grips the heart.
The Egeria leans over the keyboard,
Seems to waver,
Recovers,
Vibrates.
Each note,
Each chord,
Pain becomes
Then Ecstasy.
It is a harmony,
It is a struggle.
The Nymph collapses,
Dancing and moving.
Swirls of arpeggios in the bass,
Prelude to a sudden stop.
Withdraws the Beauty,
Staring out,
Victor.
Guy Belloy