Silence Regrets Nothing

Silence submits and uses the canvas of ambient woods to paint a grand piano to be played in the dark of early morning.
Nimble fingers address and taunt the chirp of nature’s call.
Green with envious desire each leaf watches jealously as his music puts them in awe.
The warmth of the tunes engulfs the piece in an orangey aura.
The woods’ impressed audience take their seats.
Haunting curiosity unites listeners in a silent admiration of the genius performer.
As the heat grows the aura fills the serene fluid-like atmosphere, now glowing apricot.
Trees, high above, swing their arms and dance a stiff tilt to the hypnoses played below.
Unable to withstand the distance one leaf after another would leap from the branches of dancing trees for a closer look, a better listen to the grandest of performances.
Small furry families adopted by trees sit at their hollow watching him be consumed by his art.
Gentle hands glide over the keys and the heartfelt emotion is shared with the ambience.
The most dominant, the most feared and the most isolationist of the forest join the audience, incapable of staying away.
From the barks of pride to the slithers of solitude the audience continues to grow.
Unity and respect overcomes all that is in hearing distance to stop and enjoy this one piece.
The performer and the piano become silhouettes of their former selves when the sun peaks between leafs and sends big bright beams to illuminate their surroundings.
Leafs crossing the rays of light shine gold on their way down.
He’s lost himself in the sound. He isn’t aware that he is a star performer. He’s not opened his eyes the entire time. He only listens to the keys as his flexible fingers address their call.
A lightly dancing head over swinging shoulders is acknowledge by the young life standing by. They now understand the dance of the trees imitating the performer. Showing his talents respect with flattery.
The keys go quiet.
The performer and the piano go dark and disappear behind the flashed shadow of a bird passing before the sun.
The dance of the night has ended.
The sun has risen to bright blue skies occasionally visible from the ground in the woods.

By Amber Black