The Young Pianist

The title pretty much sums it up.

A dainty palm

Innocent, unlined

Curved to smile at the keys

Sees no harshness in the sharp white and black

Imagines no somber chords from the weathered old friend

A confident touch

Simple melody flows

Floating to the ceiling on angelic wings

A mere span of seconds, the ditty's short life

Yet delight lingers in the eyes

Of all who pause to lend an ear

Author's Note

I wrote this at a piano recital. For some reason, hearing the sound of a piano always inspires me.

Reviews

[Aurora Lynn]

A very sweet poem! I play the piano, so this poem has a special meaning for me! I love the imagry that the words created. It was very well written. Thank you for writing!
~Aurora