Wave

Caressing the music keys on the piano
She moves her white, elongated fingers
Up and down
As if they were legs going up and down the stairs
She joins both her eyebrows as if frowning
But she's getting her body tight
Just as violin strings
Sensitive to each note
Her body exhales and inhales
With the bass soft low cello sound
Rocking back and forth
As a crazy person in a straight jacket
She finds the beat
Violins and an accordion is playing now
She is no longer caressing the music keys
But is now inciting, provoking
The music to take the lead
Her shoulders go up as noting the climax
And just like a wave she surrenders
To the flow of the instruments
All slowing down for the finale,
creating an ocean foam
Joining audience, instruments, musicians and music all together.
They are one.
Finito!