her long hands on the keyboard.
the blue
stream of veins.
the rings.
the bracelet
dangling.
were they gold or silver?
i can see
them now, her fingers
dancing
effortlessly
across the keys,
striking hard or softly
depending
on the songs
needs.
her bare feet pressing
pedals.
i remember her that way.
relaxed
and outside of herself.
all troubles
gone
for a few minutes
at least,
and if it was good day,
she'd sing.
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