Khatia Buniatishvili at Piano

The piano rolled the sun behind the hills,
Coaxed the stars out,
Pulled the moon above my head
And wrapped me in the night.

It knew my soul and sang,
Sang of its hopes and pains,
As I soared into the glinting sky
And reached some kind of heaven.

Linking this to The Sunday Muse Blogspot, where this week Carrie is inviting us to find our muse in music.