Notes rose softly

saturating the air with emotion,

streaming into my ears,

conduits to my mind’s eye,

awakening my senses

I listen.

The tempo quickens

Phantom fingers strum

tightly wound strings,

eliciting rapturous, sweet melodies

while others dance along a boulevard of black and white keys,

Emitting passion, sorrow, loss, love.

Relayed in non-words or earthly language

Yet understood in every tongue.

The music catapults towards its conclusion.

Spent from its efforts it slowly breathes its last poignant

notes as it begins to leave the earthly space

I feverishly attempt to capture its final breath

and hold it close for just a moment more.

But it drifts through my fingers

as its last note surrenders to silence