The Concert

I sit poised and still.
Hands and fingers over the black and white.
A chord strikes out and then musical bliss.
The magic of the melody continues.
Sharps and flats intertwine with one another.
Their harmony becomes a quiet ebb, that rises to a thunderous crescendo.
The ever so quickly silence.
A moment passes and then my fingers move lightly tickling those black and whites again.
The melody slows and the striking of the keys become softer, and softer until there is no sound but, silence.
My arms move to my side.
It is the finale.