Arpeggio

Arpeggio

A Poem by C Peril

The cigarette droops from the pianist's mouth 
He puffs as he plays to block it all out 
Hearing already the hymns in the air,
his sacred oath is to re-assemble what's already there
Fingers scurry madly over ivory keys,
and break in waves while his ebony knees
undulate for the pedals, perfect harmonies 

The pianist is lost in his dream
of dying under a bright sky 
that's only for him 

At the funeral only Steinway's colours
and the secrets of life 
in the thorn of the thunder

© 2024 C Peril


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Loving the closing lines, mentioning "Steinway's colours" and "the secrets of life in the thorn of the thunder," add a layer of profound mystery and existential reflection. The imagery evokes a sense of the sublime, where the beauty of the music and the raw, tumultuous forces of nature intersect.

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Added on September 24, 2024
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C Peril
C Peril

GY, Humberside, United Kingdom



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Creeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..

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