No particular shape or colour,
Or size or texture;
No particular span or agility
Or cleanliness or posture.
Yet the hands of a pianist
Are like no other;
Embracing black and white keys
Like pen and writer.
No imagination needed to create art
from the hands of a pianist
Just a soul and a heart
and a piano for them to caress.
For a pianist’s hands to perform a piece
Takes practice;
For a pianist’s hands to perform a piece of music
Takes amorousness.
A piano can be made to speak by anyone,
But it takes the hands of a pianist
To make it sing.
Author notes
This one is slightly forced I know, but I was bored and needed to do somehing, let me know what you think.
Written August 13th, 2005
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Yes, it's forced, but that doesn't mean it's bad. It just means that you need to do some revising to "get it right". This is not bad up to the last two stanzas which are, indeed, forced. I think you can do better, and I suspect a lot better. It's not great Shakespeare, of course, but it isn't bad.
Writing has one thing in common with playing the piano, you know. It takes practice to get it right. The more you write, the better you'll get, assuming that you are trying to perfect your writing while you're practicing. If you're not serious about your writing, it won't get better. That part is up to you, but I hope it goes well for you. -
Beautiful again
Awww that's a gorgeous poem-I dnno how to explain it but somethin bout it makes me kinda go :-o "it's so prettyful" lol
Luv Lou x -
forced....hm nope, this flowed wonderfully or that must just be me, nice write darling and my favourite part was the end:
"A piano can be made to speak by anyone,
But it takes the hands of a pianist
To make it sing."
i loved that, it really spoke to me, anyway nice write, l8a sky xxx
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