fingers glide over the glossy surface until there is
a note to drop. what filters through nothing
sharped, nothing flatted. a wondering thought
swirls around at a juncture where her memory is
detached from all the emotions in context. a movement,
unexpected. a cacophony. pause. from adagio to
andante, and then a swift movement to vivace.
again, pause. barely traceable tremor at the tip of
her fingers resting momentarily for another heart to
pound. pause. pound. pause. pound. pause. pound.
pause. pound. pause. pound. pause. pound. pause.
her breath discords her movement, her heart her
eyes, her tongue her reading, reading, reading,
reading, submerging deeper in a repeated succession
in a measured length to an infiltrating depth where
her darkest commotion within emerges in the violence
of flood, abrupt, sweeping and uncontrollable, extending
platysma, constraining trapezius. and then, vivacissimo
to allegrissimo, then to presto, then to prestissimo and
then to an explosive collapse where all the sighs between
her lips dispersed in a distant memory. a drift.