Playing quietly, to herself,
In a graceful expression,
Always moving smoothly,
Never hesitating,
Peaceful, serene
Softly caressing the keys, as one would thin glass
Then, agitation.
The fingers move faster, curling with energy.
Agony touches it’s tone.
Crescendo, slur, sharp.
Then the song’s tempo slows.
She stretches, touching the last chord, fingertips quivering.
Relieved, then, satisfied is
The Pianist.
by Nightsinger
Natalie is a lovely little concert pianist whose portraits we created a few weeks back. She is a serious student of her craft and I look forward to watching her shine, stretch and satisfy the world with her music in the years to come. Portraits taken at a private residence in Anaheim.
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