Silence of Music

Her fingertips hit

the ivory as they dance

in harmonious conjunction.

The hammers pound

as they playback her dance

while the thick, wool felt strikes

the strings. But,

through all the chaos,

her mind is silent.

Her index fingernail scrapes

on the key of G flat

as the fortissimo exudes

through the soundboard.

Sirens wail

as the crescendo

and staccatos are enhanced.

Cries of sadness

and disbelief made prominent,

but the sonata still sounds

and the music lives on.