I crack my knuckles,
Flex my fingers.
Back straight, shoulders
Relaxed, my red silken dress
On the seat splayed.
The layered footing of
Its skirt, lands gently on
The floor in a muted
Crash.
Once again, I am teleported
To my favourite and sacred
Place.
Eyes closed, heart open.
Crack my neck.
Breathe in and out, it's
Time to play.
I call on the Spirits of,
Pianists past.
Beethoven, himself comes through.
I tell him by communicating
Through my heart, "I'm going to
Channel my talent and skill
Through you."
I hear him whisper his
Reply, "It's just me and
You."
My fingers slide and dance
Along the key board,
Telling the world how
I came to be.
How every event in my
Life has invented, built and
Shaped me into who I am.
Every high, every low.
The girl who once was,
Naïve.
The Woman, I am now.
Mature, strong, independent
Dainty and delicate.
Like my Grandmother's
Vase perched on top of
This very piano.
Full of roses and daffodils,
Fragrant sweet, yet complicated
To put into words.
A song sung, by the
Piano's white keys.
Soft and sweet, like a Father
Reading his child a bedtime
Story.
My life summed up in one
Simple tune, a perfect and
Unique symphony.
The name of this song?
'All of Me.'
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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