Elevator Music

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                Elevator Music

The sculptor speaks to thee, sublime piano’s keys,

Black and white, these things just might perhaps be there for free.

Key bass tones vary in cubic moonless tease,

Bring grey to right, melodic flight wings to melody.

Still silent floor’s shadow, rises all the more,

It’s waiting outside the vacant elevator door.

 

Stout sax calls out, so many horns revolving,

I’m gazing at your eyes, standing there in vacant stare.

Sinful feel of the cymbal, share the blaring snare,

Hid instead, within my head, keyboard’s bass dissolving.

Steadfast notion spurs dear devotion’s core,

A prayer beyond compare, this packed elevator’s door.

 

The overhead melody pours out all the more,

Rhymes about the rhythm’s route, time feeds my pout instead.

Jangled rising swing, tangling staircase landing,

As if you’re there in that torn glare, ever standing;

Mashing a number, bashing asunder where to tread.

Still there’s hope you’ll seek to scope our smooth musical roar,

Denied of you behind my lonely elevator door.

 

          SR Urie

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Perfect! Love the ending.

[katyj]

simply amazing, i love this.

[Miles Wilburn]

Beautiful piece, truly amazing!

[Tom Benson]

Okay, I admit I read it twice but it really works. The title might seem simple to some but I believe you're spot on with it. I like the way it develops with the mention of the instruments too.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Beautiful piece of poetry :)