he promises life in 88 breaths,
in the deep humming,
thrumming of his throat,
in the way his fingers tumble
over the keys like rain.
pachelbel weeps a color
that this music cannot portray.
"this one's for you," he says
between the slender black-and-white,
his toes in time with mine.
hope is the sigh
of a piano string,
the tears that drip
from a fermata's end -
and love is the silence
between the notes,
the perfect fifth
reflected in his eyes.
Author notes
When I was very young, he played Pachelbel's Canon for me on the piano, but I doubt he remembers. He is long gone.
Even today, when the house is too empty, I play Canon for myself and pretend I'm not so alone.
una corda: the leftmost pedal on a piano that shifts the keys so that they play softer.
A contest entry
- Memories Vivid by dovetales.
525 points, ended March 31, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - " Memories" by wingsofgold25.
500 points, ended May 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was very well written and certainly revealed some treasured memories.
Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest. -
Musically inviting
Thanks for entering, a nice memory, thanks for sharing it. You will have more by the time you live another 50 years, and they will comfort you more then. I liked this one.
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A beautiful weaving of musicality and poetry. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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wow, i simply love the words you used here.
indeed, there were beautiful lines here
and the imagery is pretty much perfect here ^^
it must be really wonderful that a guy
played a song for you
all in all, lovely write you got here =]
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