Pure Sounds

Her hands poised over the keyboard

Her posture properly straight

Her eyes focused on the notes

Awaiting maestros cue

The violin was crying

Bittersweet its sorrow sounds

The horns in bluesy rhythm

Caressed the deeper notes

and rode them into raspy thrills

Of unrequited love

The maestro tapped his stick

Her cue came on the down beat

Fingers tickled the ivory keys

In a light walk

across the black and whites

Like rain on a summer’s day

Falling gently on the leaves

The infectious sound

Of the blended orchestra

captured the audience

Holding them breathless

with every note

The baritone of the horn

The soprano of the trumpet

The high weeping strains of the violin

And the Andante tempo of the piano

Connected

Music infects the soul

And the soul

Is forever grateful