He moves his fingers tenderly across the ivory keys
The artist caresses his canvas
Beautiful moans float from the piano in melancholy
Every stroke creates a chord that the angels envy
Every note shivers as it leaves his warm embrace
The ebony keys cry out in anger when he visits them for they are jealous
When his piece increases in speed and attitude
His lover crys out a lovely tune
The foot pedal moves enthusiastically while he keeps rhythm
And when the sonnet closes, the black grand piano whispers sweetness to him
Lulling him back for another round
Author notes
I was thinking about beginning my piano lessons again and I thought of a piano player and how sensual he is when he plays...That the piano is his lover instead of a tool and he holds her and makes true love to her... Not a one night stand but soul-binding love
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Gorgeous, imagery, gorgeous writing, amazing flow...i loved every words of this. Truly well done :-)
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