Piano's NightA Poem by OctaviousJust a poem about a piano's lesson.
Those who know the masterpieces of life
will play the piano day and night. Day and night the keys will sing Day night the the riffs all ring. But what really happens to the piano at night? When, the player is gone, and the keys collect dust from the silent night. As the silence grows, the dust blows away, and the piano's keys will start to play. The piano's night is it's time to shine, its time to make its lesson that I am to take the next day. Slowly as the riff goes on, my eyes awaken and my mind moves on. Mesmerized by the voice of the keys I always find myself on my knees My eyes shut; My body moving from front to back and my fingers moving this way and that. The dark magic of the Piano's spells at night, believe it or not, are a beautiful sight, I can see them, the notes roaming through the night. But I always find myself opening my eyes, and standing up in the middle of the night, The music stops, with the piano in fright, and Silence once again takes over the night. The warmth of my tears trickle down my face, And the my knees collapse back into place. I find myself kneeling against my bed, and the songs start to play on ahead. The notes swarm through my room, They pick me up, and set me under the safety of my sheets, and once again the song will resume, and I fall in rem as the melody repeats. "Tomorrow is coming, be prepared - I will teach you the rest of what I have started to share" Morning comes, and the night slips by, tomorrow is here, and I have the masterpiece memorized.
© 2015 OctaviousAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOctavious--------------, EST, CanadaAboutI enjoy exploring many parts of writing, but in the end I like to think about how I am going to surprise and disturb my readers with my newest works, I also love reading good writing, then again what .. more..Writing
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