His fingers glide across the keys,
He lives the music that he plays,
Soft, loud, colourful, the notes resound,
His emotions portrayed in the depth of sound.
A contest entry
- Passion For Piano- PIF by QuietPort.
600 points, ended May 10, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn those greenies into Gold (or silver or bronze) pt 5 by whispernthedark.
660 points, ended September 20, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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That is a great last line, music fills us with such passion. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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Music and musical emotion, well expressed in a short space.
Good luck in the contest
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Thanks
Thank you for your favourable comment. Unfortunately as it isn't a sonnet, I was told it didn't fit this contest. Thanks anyway! Best wishes, Harriet
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nice poem... but...
Sorry i asked for sonnets and sonnets only nice write though... keep it up -
small. but sweet
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simple but eloquently put worthy of a mention
congrats!
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Well written. " His emotions portrayed in the depth of sound" That line grabs! Good luck!
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