A Shared Love

Old. From when I really wished my boyfriend would play the piano with me.

I turn up the volume on my amp And let the chords progress And even though my own isn’t a grand It relieves the same amount of stress Stillness engulfs me And I all I know Is the beating of my heart First, fast then slow Keeping time with the tempo My fingers begin to fly And then play lento With every chord I imply Crescendos pounding Fingers slamming the keys The restlessness of my hands Makes my entire body ease Flowing with the melody I never stop playing Not until day’s end Just going without delaying When I come to a rest Before I take the music down I notice something There’s a certain presence all around I think someone’s watching Someone waiting And they are there Listening to me annotating To scared to move I continure to play Hoping I’ll forget Wishing the music to take me away “Do not be afraid” says a familiar voice. The one I hear every day The one that makes the weekends move slow The one I can’t stand to hear slip away. You sit beside me And we play... Our piano

Author's Note

REALLY OLD.
LIKE 7th GRADE OLD.

Reviews

[Fear Corrupts!]

**** written a poem
**** having it be your escape.

[Fear Corrupts!]

I like this,
in particular the beginning.
I've actually wrote a poen similar to this,
the idea of playing music & having be your escape.

Your poem has great flow & great rhythm,
& such work from a 11 or 12 year old?

[ Fear Corrupts! ]