Fingers down on ivory keys.
Music so soft, it sets me free
letting me escape into a fairyland,
Guided by only the music in my hands.
Notes become merely uttered blurs,
Taking me away from this horrid curse.
My soul is left exposed to the cruel world,
And as time goes by I become so cold
And soon the keys are all that remains,
My only comfort when I feel I am becoming insane,
Forever lies within the joy the music brings
The echo when the piano sings.
Author notes
The song is "Jesus, Joy Of Man's Desiring"
A contest entry
- Music and Life by R-Evolve.
1200 points, ended October 12, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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This is very good!!! I'm amazed at how talented you are at writing. You use the words to make them more than just words, they're the surroundings and emotions that the reader can not only read but feel.
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