The No-Money PianistA Poem by Dushyant ThadaniTalent is bought and sold for a price. Just get a chance to meet a person, who is not selling or marketing his/her talent. A person who doesn't market his talents, to me is a true artist.
The sound of the piano
Calls me through Was it Mozart... No Just melody through and through By someone in my head Continuously playing in harmony I wonder if his fingers bled Often I thought he was doing it for money Cause talent is bought and sold For some family somewhere That's what I have been told But his rhythm took me somewhere Where it was beyond money I want to stay back there But it was time to come back to reality And make money
© 2010 Dushyant ThadaniAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 16, 2010 Last Updated on November 17, 2010 AuthorDushyant ThadaniDubai, United Arab Emirates, United Arab EmiratesAboutJust a simple homo sapien, who loves to be away from normal, free from norms and try to start a new era through writing. Hope this isn't a dream, and I hope I am capable enough to achieve what I hope .. more..Writing
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