First place in Contest&Things poetry competition May/2016
Her fingers skipped across the keys
creating magic melodies
the sound reverberating in their hearts
Her body swayed, her eyes were closed
listening to the notes composed
each depicting individual parts
The volume soared
the low notes roared
the base clef booming its own power
A distinctive change in posture
as blurred fingers summoned rapture
and the treble clef exploded in a shower
With sharps and flats the notes they flew
the meter changed to something new
each octave defining its own piece
And with a thundering applause
the respectful audience arose
except the maestro's music didn't cease
Sweat glazed the players face
then something took her place
the applause and bravos stuttered to a halt
At the keyboard sat the devil
the music's noise went up a level
bringing cries of terror in fear of the assault
The piano erupted into flame
as the devil played its game
and the souls of all attendees turned to ash
Smoke and silence filled the room
and then with laughter from the gloom
strode the devil in a display of pure panache
As it surveyed the voice it cackled
while the fires embers crackled
in the sulphur air hung remnants of the tune
And as it hummed the melody
souls were tallied guiltlessly
for the trip their mortal shells would be on soon