We cannot take a step, but we can dance.
We cannot speak a syllable, but we can sing.
Ah. Watch us wake
And rise from our boiled coffins,
As the first chords strum
To the beat of the drum
We are alive and we are dancing
The violin is prancing
On the piano’s lilting voice
As if we have no choice
We raise our arms to the sky
Exhilarated. We fly.
Sweet life has taken away the brutal curse,
That ensnares us in our narcoleptic state.
We lie like corpses
But now we are ourselves of our own accord;
You cannot beat us down
Back to the death bed.
We are either living under a curse
Or pirouetting under a shining spell.
Why is life such?
Libretto pizzicato
Soft pocco lento
Double forte
Our life for today.
Why is life so?
Author notes
Inspired by a TV program on last week, about how music affects the brain. This is an illness, where people are in a constant state of narcalepsy (ignore spelling!) but music brings them to life.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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the best bit about this is how you describe the music. "on the piano's lilting voice."
Keep writing,
Holly. -
this poem is very beautiful. i like it, and i love music, so its awesome that you wrote this! the rhyming was good too, it really flowed. keep up the good work!
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wow!!!
meggh your poem is beautiful as ever. i love this poem it is amazing.
keep writing,
holly xxxxxxxxxxxx
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