Virtuoso

when the piano played
each note’s fingers
would curl around
the throat of another
a delicious asphyxiation
tingling in the loins
as sweat pops
in gorgeous glass baubles
sparkling on skin
chest falling
pulse surging
sweeping light and dark
with the tempo

the melody
receives him
stabbing staccato
where he gasps
to be touched

             the denouement
                 *
           *
     *
a tear
             the silence
                 *
           *
     *
empty hands
and a petal’s fall