The Storyline of Music

Legato.
As the tempo tiptoes through my mind,
my eyes flutter
as I begin to dream of evenings in white satin.

Believing I am bound to the harmony,
it turns on me,
as the accidentals dance across the page
as if frogs were leaping to lily pads.

Allegro.
Undergoing a heart racing experience,
minding that every note,
every moment is keen.

Gradually retreating,
slowly falling into the abyss.
Revealing a tunnel that leads
to the stony end.

Adagio
Returning to where I began,
as the tempo tiptoes through my mind,
dreaming of my own story to share.

Reviews

[Androglossia]

The figurative or descriptive language in a literary work should be exaggerated. So that the characters do things we never would in the real world. The linguistic style should be over the top. And you did it on this piece, you have successfully exaggerated the characteristic kind of mental images as well as emotions through your style and pace. You have let them leap from your pages to become real. Excellent.

[Jordan Chisam]

Thank you so much!! This poem came from my own experiences... if that makes sense. :) It really hits home for me.

[Androglossia]

It makes perfect sense:D My pleasure..

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting write and I truly enjoyed, Thank you for sharing

[Feary]

There is definitely a close bond to music in this piece. You have amazing metaphors, such as "as I begin to dream of evenings in white satin," Beautiful piece.

[Jordan Chisam]

Thank you!!