“Fingers that fly.”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
A woman with long, gold hair,
in a white, floor-length dress
enters the stage and sits
by the majestic, wooden harp.
After a few seconds of silence,
she starts pulling on the strings,
and the room quiets down.
Everyone is enchanted
by the sound that is now surrounding us.
Strangers from all walks of life
now united in awe.
I close my eyes,
and I turn into a cloud.
Carelessly floating in the sky.
Light and free.
Peace and serenity
are my friends.
I don’t ever want to
open my eyes
and touch the ground.
My Mom always wanted to play the harp.
I am sure that now she sits in Heaven,
overlooking my apartment,
and letting her fingers gently fly
over the strings,
humming a lullaby.
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