In the Airport

In the airport, where time drifts slow,
A pianist plays with elegance and flow.
Notes that speak to hearts, pure and bright,
In silence, the crowd finds shared delight.

Then a small boy, with innocence fair,
Approaches the piano, his eyes full of flair.
As the keys take flight like birds in the breeze,
The musicien's fingers summon a soft, gentle tease.

The boy listen, entranced by the sound,
Nodding in rhythm, his  joy knows no bound.
In music’s embrace, their souls intertwine,
A communion of hearts, as if by design.

But flight calls at last, the boarding soon near,
The boy runs up close, with a smile and a cheer.
He hugs the pianist, a kiss on the cheek,
In that moment of warmth, no words need to speak.

Outside, planes soar through a winter's white veil,
Yet inside, spring blossoms, love's sweet detail.
In myriad tongues, the people converse,
But no need for a translator, the joy is diverse.

For music, a language, understood by any soul,
A universal balm, making broken hearts whole.
In its harmony’s essence
Brings love and bridges the distance.