Streaks of light infuse warmth <br />upon the carpet <br />across the grand piano her <br /> fingers nimbly run <br />falling tenderly like <br />autumn rain <br />dense bubbles mitigate her agony <br />shattering invisible boundaries <br />she hates herself for needing this <br />stubborn powerless paradox <br />but at bay she does not panic <br />full crowd awaiting the moment <br /> <br />in front of her reflect <br />golden penumbras puddles of light <br />clean white bright as spring dawn <br />she takes a low deep breath and a bow <br />moment of silence the music of death <br />heart pounding sudden revive <br />strapped in before the oncoming traffic <br /> <br />she sings smooth jazz <br />shes sighs treasured memories of time <br />relaxed breathing easy high rise waves <br />filled with momentary wonder <br />steady in her believe in herself <br />deep contentment she steps so naturally <br />off in the fading light of dusk <br />like a candle draped in lace consumed <br />by the flame her fragrant sex stirs the senses <br />curtains close appetites unveiled <br />her laboring hours pass like diamonds through <br />a jade hour glass<br /><br />Gregory Allen Uhan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-sings-2/
