Photo by Ivan Kuznetsov on Unsplash
There is no lock to be fitted
Only notes to be played
Tenderly
As tensions rise
Like arpeggios
Across my skin
You know which keys
To press
To tap
To touch
The ones that hum
The ones that echo
The ones that dampen
Like gently worn-out strings
Strummed
Forever
Reverberating with love
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/

Comments (5)
Brilliant take on the prompt! Sweetly inspiring.
This prompted a hum and a sigh. So very lovely, Alyssa!
a stunning little ode to the piano - lovely take on key!
Wonderful
Ooo this was lovely to read and a different use of the word.