A Bed of Restful Notes

Leaving the piano stool behind, I climbed along the polished side panel until I reached the slanted wooden music stand. Spread wide across the ledge was an open booklet of sheet music, its creamy pages gently curled at the corners. Near the folded spine, someone had left a thin wooden bookmark shaped like a slender feather. I smoothed the soft satin of my dress, tucked my wings neatly behind me, and sat down right across the printed black staves. Resting my head gently against the cool wooden bookmark, I watched the long night shadows settle peacefully over the piano.