The house fell dark, but moonlight filtered in, and the stars cast their lonely stare from Heaven. There she sat behind the shadows, inside the aged white walls. Her hair pinned back softly, her faded dress half hidden from the night’s gentle glance, she watched her fingers as they graced the smooth white keys. Her melody was quiet, calm. Almost somber – and yet, somehow, lovely. Slowly, peacefully, the moon drifted over the sea, and the sun’s first rays grew bright across the horizon. Her song continued. His soft touch on her arm lowered her sweet young eyelids, and her fingers glided instinctively over the keys, still sipping their melody. He sat beside her and released her hair to her shoulders. Resting her hands for a moment, she let them fall into his and leaned her head upon his chest. He held her, skimming his fingers across her hair, and slowly she drifted to sleep.
Copyright ©2005 Sarah Jean Cuddy
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