Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

The Lesson

By: LeAnn Puglisi

He continues playing as she enters the room;
The lesson begins with a smile.
His fingers caress her strings as the bow draws slowly over her body.
Though they never touch, their passion fills the room
enmeshed in sound.... punctuation..... rhythm.... crescendo.

The ebb and flow of the music draws them in
and holds them suspended in time.
Concentration and effort bring beads of sweat
bathing each other with passion for each other and the music.
His heat joins hers for a sensuous moment, then stops...

The piece has ended but their music continues.