The Piano (Class Assignment)A Poem by MusicHackA poem I wrote for English class. It's kinda obvious that I got a 3 on conventions, isn't it? ^^Standing tall in the white washed room The scent of the black painted ebony stretches for play Silent without a medium Silent, longing to be played Until a master It's medium Its maestro Like a loving, caring father Like a sweet, small mother Sits down to play His fingers are one with the ivory keys White or black, they're all the same. Precious to him, All needed for his symphony An octave jump here, a half step there A major key, a minor key A sharp or a flat Legato or staccato A tie or an even note A swing or a waltz All of the sounds bleed into one. The piano sings its unheard song Its voice, clear like a glistening mirror Its lyrics, the notes that dance across the page Its voice like molasses Running smoothly Light on its feet Yet dark with mystery. The master's feet caress the pedals Weaving the notes Weaving his feelings of love, hatred, and happiness Into one beautiful tapestry. Nothing tastes so sweet Than the sound of a song Sung pure and sweet Like a child Sung loud with a head banging beat Like a rock star Sung quietly and lithely Like a renegade lion. Its hammers, stern like a father Yet kind as a mother Beat its vocal chords That disguise as strings The master knows That the piano is nothing Without the master Just like us. We are nothing Without our master © 2009 MusicHack |
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Added on April 28, 2009 Last Updated on May 1, 2009 AuthorMusicHackDelano, MNAboutFree from the bounds of reality Right in all the wrong ways Enter my mind at your own will; I cannot guarantee a way out Into the darkness of the world I am thrust No love for myself, only love fo.. more..Writing
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