The piano room
was a glass slipper
waiting for perfect hands
to free the sound.
Sunlight through the curtains
spread a yellow pollen-like
glaze over the furniture.
Books lining shelves
resurrected the curious.
The room possessed an
unexplained magnetism.
A place for the temporary
soul to embark on an expedition
of heart.
A grand oriental carpet provided
the welcome for the yet unfolding
drama.
Roger Singer 