PianissimoA Poem by Emma Ruth
I sit silent, serene, pristine keyed: Everything is black and white. My strings are still, as my indifferent will; All is calm, tranquil,
Until…
You press your nimble fingers to my ivory, Gently so at first; C major, four / four time - into a simple melody - I am immersed.
My body, my soul reverberate as you dictate, The notation of my mind. With every quaver, you are my saviour, You and I, entwined…
Play me, major to minor, Make me happy, make me sad: Every performance will last in resonance; I’ve lost the key I had.
And within the bars of the final stave, No trill, no legato, no crescendo will save, The syncopated discord I sustain: Your music, puppeteer; Listen to me - I am insane. © 2014 Emma RuthReviews
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Added on February 25, 2014Last Updated on February 25, 2014 Author |