The Pianist

Tears descend from a leeward sun,
Spilling over polarity’s chaste-less edge,
Into pastures of fallen stars.
Daylight’s golden tendrils,
Caress twilight’s lusterless figure,
Unveiling her shroud of uncertainty,
                        upon an anvil of ivory.
Rapidly she fades to a flatter sea,
       simmering upon the shores of delivery.
As the hills ascend to conceal sun’s scepter,
Sea’s flat descent is reversed by a new chapter,
In the life of a star,
                                                           now risen.
once fallen.
Casting a singular glow upon the granular imprint,
Her light transcends celestial impossibility,
Illuminating the shadow bridge of antipathy,
Where gratitude unfolds its radiant tapestry.