Solo

And alone she fingered the empty air,
her fingers pressing phantom keys.
Her ears listened for the notes unplayed,
her tenor sax was put away.
Not that it mattered, she thought with a smile,
her partners were long since gone.
Memories of music and friendships past,
blew like the breeze through her hair.
A soloist now, as she had been once,
and so now was again.
She fingered the notes that made up her song,
and heard the words in the wind.

© 1996 kazanthi@geocities.com