Sitting at the piano,
She waited for her inspiration,
earlier her teacher had said
'Musicians see into the soul,
they know what nerve to touch,
so they hit them,
With piano keys,
Beautiful'
Her teacher told her,
That no one in her class,
would ever hit that nerve,
Not a even a drop of empathy ran through their veins.
She sat at the piano,
waiting for the empathy to kick in,
She knew she'd know what empathy is,
the moment she felt it,
She knew it would guide her fingers along the keys,
and tell her what to write,
She knew she wouldn't be able to stop it,
Until her song was written.
So she sat at her piano,
And waited for her empathy.
. . . .whatever that was supposed to be.
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Written December 1st, 2004
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omg, i dont know why but this is so beautiful makes me want to cry! my new fave by you! well done!
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Beautiful
This is a really beautiful poem and i thought it had quite a sad element to it, that this person wanted inspiration so much it was all they could think about and their teacher had no confidence in them! I think thats really sad and your poem was written so well that these feelings were portrayed beautifully!
My favourite part is:
"She sat at the piano,
waiting for the empathy to kick in,
She knew she'd know what empathy is,
the moment she felt it,"
I like the fact that she doesn't give up
Brilliant poem!
xCarriex -
super!
Great poem! You draw beautiful external and internal pictures of the story with your words. Very enjoyable and well written. Keep it up!
~Amara
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