Slowly and rhythmically
My hands move over the keys
Guided by my fingers
That strike the keys
Filling the air with their musical tunes
My eyes remain shut
Taking in the heavenly sounds
Without having to look
At any piece of trivial sheet music
For all the keys are known by heart
And my fingers never missing a beat
As I subconsciously sway with the tune
All alone
In my solitary state
Just my piano and I
That is all there is.
I open my eyes
Seeing the wine
That I’ve perched atop the piano
And stopping the melody for just a moment
I reach out to take hold of the glass
But before I can bring it to my lips
I consider my actions
I consider my being
My piano
And I let the glass of blood red wine drop
It falls; shattering against the keys
I watch as the redness spreads over the keys
And drips down onto the floor…
And then the music starts again
Without needing my capable fingers
The melody begins once again
And I watch the keys move
With the red flow all about them
And the shards of glass moving as the keys do
My hands stay to myself
Never touching a single key
But the tune carries on
Never releasing me from it’s phantom grip.
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Comments
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ooooooooooo i like it!
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I always wished I could play an instrument. This poem would make any person blessed with that talent, proud, you really captured the majesty of the ability to create music and really showed the beautify a craftman ship of not only the musical arts, but in your own ability to write excellent poetry. Thank you for entering and good luck too you in the contest.
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I liked reading your poem thanks for entering it!
This poem has a longing to it that I especially enjoyed, but through the longing there is also a sense of peace and acceptance for things unchangeable.
The act of letting the wine glass fall and the realization before hand was wonderful. When the music continues unaided, still keeping the artist connected, I recognized parts of myself that are the same. -
Excellent
I am also a piano player and continue to play on a regular basis professionally -
wow... this is kinda weird.. the ending i mean... it's like she's haunted by her music almost....
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