Dedicated to my  friend @Beautje_

It's a windy day ,
The sky is blue with
A few strokes of paint-like
Navy blue smeared across
The canvas .

The hidden moon ,
Is waiting for its turn to come .
It wants to perform ,
Shine it's gorgeous light
On those who don't know him.
The moon wants to shine brighter
Than the chandeliers ;
Like a graceful ballerina
It wants to dance and lead people home .

The street is silent ,
Not a word nearby ,
No hush-hush voices ,
No traffic
Only quietness .

Near the street ,
Are houses
Each standing
Divergent with
Its ancient European architecture .

The lake is flowing quietly ,
Lethargy spreading everywhere
Like an epidemic.

Then enters a
Girl whose surrealness
blinds everyone .
She walks through the street,
Onto an empty orchestra .
She has luscious golden-brown hair ,
That shine brighter than a sunkissed mountain .

She has got thin curvy eyebrows ,
That look like tiny stars of sun .
She walks over to the piano,
Sits down ,
The piano mirroring her face .
She has almond eyes ;
Her huge eyes are the colour of
The frost and dark wind .

Her eyes are deeper than the oceans ,
That have dark blueice cubicles in them .
Her eyes are a mixture of the deep calm ocean,
The glaciers in the Arctic And bright
Twinkling stars .
Her eyes are bewitching and powerful ,
They can capture anyone
And not let go.

She has got a soft face and lips
That are pink like tulips .

She begans playing the
Una Mattina by Ludovico Einaudi.
One of the most beautiful pieces made by minkind.

By now the dusty silent orchestra ,
Is lively again .
She smiles
And puts all her effort and soul in
The piece .

After hours of playing ,
To see the streets lighted by the lamps.
The trees are swaying energetically
From side to side as if they are happy .
The moon Is smiling ,
There are movements in the lake.

Her beauty and music
Brought everything back to life .

-Ridhima Joshi