Rhapsody

//12: the encore.

oh look, we've manged
to convince them
to come back and play again.
it's only the piano,
the violin,
and the cello this time.
i wonder what piece they've chosen?
it's always such a nice
surprise.

it's fast, and a dance
and she can't stop grinning as
the pianist moves his fingers
in a blur of quick taps and soft touches
across the keyboard,
hitting precise notes for
the cello to follow as he draws out the long
bass line.
the violin is the dancer -
her music sings, too, and laughs,
fingers sliding up and down the fingerboard
inciting small sounds
of amusement
even from the audience.

they finish with a flourish,
and i can't stop smiling.

i turn to you,
and you're chuckling to yourself,
shaking your head a little
in disbelief of their skill.

you look beautiful,
just as beautiful as the music.