The Golden Chord

I found a perfect cord today.
The perfect mixture of black and white keys.

The air shattered and time caught its breath.

Conducted by an angel.

My fingers skittered along the keys again and again.

The Perfect Chord.

The Golden Chord.

Mine at last.

It held love and sadness, anger and fear.

Longing and lust. Envy and happiness.

The great game of hide and seek was finally over and the world seemed to shiver.

But gone again the notes flew away.

The golden chord like the golden snitch.

Elusive as always.