the traveler

seeing the piano covered, a shame
he paused
parking his suitcase and peeling back the cloth shell
a few hours layover
the airport hustle and bustle hummed
sitting down to stroke the keys, all save one
stopped to hear
she walked by, her mind already wrapped within his music
abrupty turning
fifty feet down the hall, spotting a bench nearer him she walked
purposefully
their eyes met, souls crashing
and he played for her
each note
hitting precisely upon her heart
electrifying every nerve in her body
caressing her soul
when he finished
the world came back into view
she felt the weight of their story, upon her shoulders
time passed, unknowingly
and when she cared to look up, sending her gaze to him
she found only an empty piano, covered and still

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