A man sat in a high chair; Marcus
a light shade of moonlight
lay upon his face and complimenting his features-
a strong chin and full cheeks
bordered by long, dark black hair
that lay lifelessly on his dark brow.
Across from him, in a smaller chair, was a young woman; Amelia
her kind eyes never left his face
as they shined their emerald pools over him
and the smile never left her face
as she waited for the only peaceful sound she knew
the only sound she could fall asleep to
the only sound she loved
to fill the air.
As if knowing just what Amelia wanted
Marcus picked up his bow
and laid it down lightly across his cello strings
before applying a slight pressure
and pulling back along it
letting its sweet sound fill the air.
Note by note the music filled the air
and Amelia sighed with content
as Marcus continued on
with his amazing hands that held the bow
that struck the chords
that produced the sound of sweet bliss.
Marcus moved his shoulders
and adjusted his legs
getting into the full feel of his artwork
as he stole a glance at the young maiden
and smiled as he saw her closed eyes
and the subtle smile
that never seemed to leave her face.
On and on he played
he played for her, and only her
and she knew that this, of all things, was true
stroke after stroke he carried on
until the song came close to an end
and Amelia held her breath.
Until he carried onto the last chord
and finished with a flourish
before looking back up at this maiden before him
and smiled charmingly as she flushed and smiled back
before raising her small hands and encoring his performance
and the sound of her small encore echoed
in the dark shadowy halls that surrounded their heavenly bliss.
