Old Rose and Silver

The last hushed chord died into silence, but the woman lingered, dreaming over the keys. Firelight from the end of the room brought red- gold gleams into the dusky softness of her hair and shadowed her profile upon the opposite wall. No answering flash of jewels met the questioning light - there was only a mellow glow from the necklace of tourmalines, quaintly set, that lay upon the white lace of her gown