A single high note on the piano,
pure as a raindrop falling on a pond.
Repeated, and more notes from all over the scale.
Some full, others light and airy,
their rhythmic sounds bring tranquility.
A quiet, rumbling chord hangs suspensefully in the air.
The bleak fall of notes becomes more stressful, tapping sharply.
The pianist strains against a steady increase in tempo.
The somber music is fully staccato.
Its ominous drumming creates a sense of foreboding.
She pressed down a pedal
that mutes the agitated sounds that struggle angrily for control
as she slowly begins to build towards a crescendo.
A sudden thunderous chord.
The music immediately drops into a torrent of notes
that batter down incessantly.
Deafening chords smash down again and again,
with a powerful release of energy.
She releases the pedal and crescendoes.
Mighty chords boom every beat
until the force of the tempest becomes too much to bear.
She allows the thunder to fade out into the distance,
its power and frequency dwindling.
She smiles serenely
when the last, faraway chord has faded.
She takes down the volume
and ceases to play the lower of the flood of notes,
turning it into a soothing shower.
A timid tune peeks out through the smooth pattering.
Its muted sounds bounce along the scale
in thirds
and fifths.
Playful and happy, leaping about.
The drops become soft and lazy.
Their rhythmic tapping becomes erratic.
The tune gets steadier and more confident,
its music now overtaking the rain.
The music drifts along.
The faineant shower and the bubbing tune calm her completely.
From time to time she plays a soft, plopping chord.
Arpeggiated chords embellish the tune,
pleasant combinations of crisp notes,
much like the sweet call of a blackbird in summer.
The shower sleepily turns into a drip,
slower and slower,
until it finally ends.
A trill of high notes,
as melodical as a chorus of spring peepers,
when the last drop has fallen.
Accompanied by more trills and by the gentle chords,
the tune babbles along happily.
She straightens as she plays.
The bouncy tune hushes with the arrival of a majestic theme.
Graceful glissandos and arpeggios float regally through the air.
She introduces a countermelody to the theme.
Its noble sounds swim by, as stately as the theme itself.
The fresh trills and chords quietly fade into the background.
She strikes a brilliant chord,
suddenly illuminating the rest of the music.
It radiates upward to the high end of the scale;
its notes reflected in the higher octaves.
She lightens the regal theme with more ripples through the scale.
The two melodies reach towards each other.
The elegant music wings joyfully from the piano.
She gradually allows the theme to fade into the distance
alongside its countermelody.
The piano falls completely silent.
In a list
A contest entry
- I Don't Know by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended April 29, 2007, 137 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot, I have a good doctor
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i like .. very pure
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words for all the senses
This poem is awash in all the senses, great words of a musician who feels music at a higher level than any listener. Your words remind me of the excitement of Beethoven's changes of texture and dynamics.
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Congrats on the gold! You were totally deserving (thus, I applaud you). It was a long poem, no doubt, but it failed to bore me. Infact, I loved it.
Keep writing
Ankita
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A nice poem with wonderful metaphors and imagery. A bit longer than I usually read. Loved it. Congratulations on the gold.
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You lost me.
Since this was waaayyyyy long I kinda expected it to be awesome... it was alright to me... not really amazing... I kept waiting for something cool to happen and that moment never came. You definetly had some very nice imagery though. Good job and good luck in my contest. -
Tremendous
This poem was simply tremendous. One of the finest pieces I've had the pleasure of reading in ages. I can't even begin to tell you which specifics I admired about it- there's just too many. Best of luck in the contest- no that you'll need it.
All the best,
David Michaels
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This is so very beautiful, I am imagining the heart of Mendelssohn beatibg throughout this piece, the way the poem is composed. I agree with Polly, this is one of the best poems I have read, and am sending you a PM with a link you might be interested in.
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Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. This is one of the most beautiful poems that I have ever read. I am a musician and the picture you painted of a thunderstorm is just fantastic. The metaphors used, the musical terms, they all came to gether to create one of the best poems I have ever read on AllPoetry.
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Thank you so much for your kind words and the gold.
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Bravo, Bravo; We want more
I'm on my feet clapping at the concert. that was great. Music to me is like the weather, it can be beutiful and quiet one minute but next thing you know it kicks up a couple of fortays and blows your mind away, then it will just as sundely come back down to a mezzo piano and rock you through the night.
Excuse my misspelling. I can't remember how to spell but I hope you get the picture.
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