jennyalexander

i am watching a strangers fingers as i fall asleep
they mesmerize me, partly because of what they are performing, it is seducing me from far away
and partly because of the anonymity, i am wondering what face those hands belong to.
and it never ends.
each dip of a finger, on top of a key,
altering speed, coming slowly towards me and then moving back as if to taunt me, the wrist flicking as if content with the disharmony they are aiding to create,
the movements reflected on the black wall supporting the keys, blurred, as if from time music was first composed.
and it never ends.
keeps teasing my longing for more before the ending is come,
and then all movement is gone, but sensations linger.