Personal Sunshine

Such delicate fingers so softly floating,
Empower strings and hammers rightly gloating
Their majesty unto the world.

Across black and white keys, through familiar groves,
Strong hands. They are all that moves.
With power to take away one’s breath.

Detach yourself of time and place
And let perfection fill the space
Where grief and loneliness so often are found.

Behold what power such hands can hold
Magic not bought, nor found, nor sold
But held within. Some private bliss.

When one can lose themselves in beauty they create,
To escape this endless suffocating weight
Of living; How magnificent.

It is worth to play; if just for a while,
To mend one’s heart and make it smile.
As though touching the very earth with sunshine.