Transfigured

He sits
peering once
for the crowd,
already lost,dazzled
by the music.

He closes his eye
and he's eyeless
his face, white
white, his hands.
and his eyes
like the keys...

slowly moving his head
on the rhythm of his fingers
that caress

and rouse
emotions...

there is no score
no keys, anymore...
he isn't on the stage
he's in Heaven

A contest entry

You Like Musicians? by SteveS. 1800 points, ended October 3, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Heavenly Angel
September 28

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A fine write about how one gets lost in music; I do that and I'm not even a musician!
Very well written!
I wish you the very best in this contest!!!
Mysterier
September 25
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"he closes his eyes and he's eyeless" - very poetic. a pleasure to read indeed.
SteveS
September 15
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I like this. I'm sure he just about gets to that out of body feeling. Could you change "the" to "there" in the last stanza?
- Finis
  September 16
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  oh yes, sorry about that.