Ivory and Ebony Bones

Her hands lay across ivory and
ebony bones
heart fixed on melodies past,
fingers tip slip and sway
dancing through notes
he left behind;
inked and torn
wrinkled and worn
old
memories.
The melody,
a mirror of soul
and font of tears
music
dips and crescendos
lingering on a thousand
what if rifts
where pauses
take eternity to resolve.
This is her music
this is her song…
she plays
every time
her hands lay across ivory and ebony bones.

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