Atop Your Grand Piano

She sits there,
Alone in the room between yours and the other one.

She sits alone upon a black,
Grand Piano which sits in the middle of the room.

The soft murmuration of Jazz echoes throughout the room and she sits still,
Black stilletoes gleaming in the subtle
Sunlight which whispers in through the window.

She waits.

For what?

I don't think she can remember.

She will wait.

She looks to the girl on the other side of the mirror. I look back, returning her glancing gaze.

She kicks her bare legs slightly,
The momentum brings her to the crimson carpet. She leaves. I follow, waving her goodbye.

I'll wait for her in your room.

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