Ode to the Lonely Piano Room on the Left

The room is quiet,

Much too overlooked.

Your heart echoes loudly,

rebounding from the shell of your chest.

You, a small room

left by your lonely, left-sided self.

 

But you understand

when a rage is played.

You do understand

when words cannot say.

 

I face you

and open the gate to my haven.

The whole room

is filled with whiteness.

All but the bench

and the instrument.

 

Thoughts run through my hands.

Like gazelles run from a lion.

Nerves already tingling,

Black and white papers crinkling.

 

The thoughts becoming stronger

“how are you?”

They say.

“Je suis bonne, mais comment vous?”

 

Your French is fluent,

Your words, pursuant.

You care for my being,

you search for my meaning.

 

We start to work

in synchronization.

I’m gone to a world

of infatuation.  

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Excellent words

[pinpen]

i loved the 4th verse, this is wonderful. Amazing imagery in this

[Daydreamer54]

I loved this! very poetic and it flowed well!My favorite was the 4th stanza. Beautiful poem.