The Beautiful White-Skinned Pianist

Ten years ago I went to a recital at the Turner Simms in Southampton and came away thinking I could write like Nick Cave...

The flute begins to dance

And all eyes follow her but mine

Drawn, instead to the beautiful, white-skinned pianist

 

The long, green dress of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Moulding the shape

 

The long, slender fingers of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Create the form

 

The long, red hair of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Reflects the tone

 

The long, fragile neck of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Pulls in the heart

 

A jewel in the right ear of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Catches the light

So captivating

Charmed and amusing

 

The beautiful white-skinned pianist becomes

A million tiny fish

Flashing silver

Then still as one

 

With swan-like grace

And a smile no-one sees

The beautiful white-skinned pianist fulfills

An unplayed role

Delicious understatement of her place

 

She claps her hands without moving her arms

Affectionate and warm

Thanks to the soloist

For taking all those eyes away

And takes a timid bow

As the waves of their applause crash on her beach.

 

Now standing, flustered

Hiding from the lights that burn the grey green eyes

of the beautiful white-skinned pianist

Can’t help but smile at the clumsy way

She’s snatching up her papers

Out of time

Reviews

[TrimarcoRansome]

The first time I played in an orchestra publicly, I remember, it was as if I was in time warp while I played, lost in the harmony of the strings...Yet the moment the lights went up and the applause filled the space, I went to pieces! I had forgotten for that time that anyone was watching at all! This reminded me of that feeling!!
You tell the tale very eloquently and your use of words wraps your mind around the moment, you captivate your audience well as your pale skinned beauty did.