Echoes

by Planned Parenthood Lies

NOTICE: For a greater setting, listen to Carter Burwell's "Bella's Lullaby" while reading this poem. I didn't base it on Twilight, even though it sounds like it, but I love Bella's Lullaby and I think it fits perfectly here...Thanks...

In front of him lies a grand piano, in perfect shape,
Anxiously waiting for its music to fill the empty room.
Yet it remains inaudible, never being heard,
As silent as the precious earth standing still.

Then without having any second thoughts,
He gracefully pulls out the bench and sits down.
Placing his hands gently over the smooth keys,
A sensational lullaby starts to sound.

The melody harmonizes with the low bass,
Creating a composition so flawless in beauty.
His outstretched fingers swiftly moving across,
Never halting for a break, never resting.

As I enter the dim-lighted room for the first time,
His music plays out loud and reaches to my soul.
My heart is moved deeply as I stare blankly,
Astonished that such musical perfection existed.

Holding my breath, I ever so carefully walk on,
Hoping not to disturb or startle him at any costs.
He suddenly turns his head, lips turning upward,
Inviting me to come and bask in the glory of it all.

No words need be spoken, nor actions be made,
For hearing this melody left me breathlessly speechless.
I lean against him so content, smiling brightly,
As our two joined heartbeats tap in tune together.

Time seemed to pass slowly, knowing to go steadily,
Dreams soon transformed into memories of heaven.
It was growing darker, but his shining eyes never faded,
As his luxurious lullaby echoed on through our hearts.