The Concert Pianist

You saw her on that train and you'd swear she didn't have

A speck of dirt on that
Little white dress

Not that you were paying much mind
To that striking, little white dress
On her pale petite frame

Because her eyes were
The most vibrant
Opals you'd
seen

And
For certain
Those scratches that
Decorated her face were

An odd sight, most definitely
But you were gazing into those
Eyes that I'd mentioned before, the opals

As I'd called them, for certainly
They bore luster comparable to a gem

She rides that train every day, you know, should you like to see them again