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I stood there, my mind wandering so fast
My senses beautifully alive as I watched his perfect,
Slender, cream fingers
Move so gracefully across the piano
Something was drawing me closer to him. I wanted
So much to share his thoughts
The feelings which he related to me by the sounds
Which kept ringing in my ears, permeating and
Coursing through every nerve ending of my body,
Making me feel strange, so much a part of him
He looked up at me and I reassured him with
A smile that I was right there with him.
My eyes glassy and filled with sadness, for I
Knew that soon his fingers would stop and it
Would be the end of our conversation.
I prayed that time would stand still just for a
Short interlude
I knew that I’d never again be able to relate
To him like in those precious few moments we shared
I looked down at my fingers and they were
BLACK
November 3, 1970
