Your hands flowed through my keys
pressing your heart against my insecurities
turning them into beautiful music
weaving through my lips
sewing them to your fingertips
so I was yours.
we expected too last forever
I suppose,
we had forgotten, amist our euphoria
that all music must end
and all concert halls will be empty once again
just like before.
Your eyes were always misty
as if they were off somewhere else
I always assumed you were dreaming up more songs
to tune to the strings of your love-worn guitar
to twist us further into the orchestra
though now I know
that you knew all along
that the instrument's brittle strings would someday snap
you didn't want to be the one to break them
so you left,
leaving me alone with the red seats and violins
I could never figure how to play
I placed my hands against your piano yesterday
hoping I could reserrect some happy memories
though when I placed my hands against the ivory
it stung, sending a wave of unwanted nostolgia
through the creases of my tattered broken heart
when you left you shattered my heart over the keys
so that if I ever tried to call you back
the broken shards of my dignity would cut into my fingertips
and all the music I could manage
was my screechy tired voice
mouthing the words to 'London Bridges'
because we all fall down.
Author notes
catseye
picture prompt.
A contest entry
- PIF Weekend Quickie by ChunkyC.
800 points, ended November 24, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
criticm welcome.
Comments
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Wow! This poem is truly amazing! I'm very impressed.
I suppose,
we had forgotten, amist our euphoria
that all music must end
and all concert halls will be empty once again
just like before
This is so beautiful, and so truthful! I love these lines, the stand out to me so much.
I love the metaphor of the guitar, that is so cleverly written and I love your choice of words with "you left me alone with the red seats and violins". Great imagery!
The ending was very short, and very touching. Truthfully, in the end, we all do fall down. Beautifully written. Great write, another one of my favorites in this contest. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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effing amazing
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