She had to go on

~*~

The piano she sat, not sure where to start,

she longed for the melody kept in heart

Her fingers caressed every key she had found,

still nothing to hear, there was nary a sound

 

When then he appeared and her smile it grew,

he sat down beside her, somehow, he just knew

He touched her so softly, she felt it within,

then reached for the keyboard, about to begin

 

The song she now played, it just could not compare,

once locked in her heart, it was now time to share

When then she looked over to find he was gone,

but still she kept playing, she had to go on

 

Now tear drops were falling in lines on her face,

where once was a smile, a frown did replace

She then heard a whisper, so soft and so clear,

his voice said, “keep playing, I'll always be near”

 

From then on she played, as her smile returned,

for deep in the music, it seems she had learned

The song that she kept, it now had to depart,

so she could make room for this man in her heart

 

~*~

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

A loving ghost story. You have a knack for the surprise endings. Her love must be big if there's no room for the song and his love in her heart. The sound of silence has a rhythm. In time with the heart.

I'm torn ... the poem feels less naked with punctuation. But in a way it doesn't feel like you. Your style. Part of me feels like punctuation shows that the poet cares about their poetry. But I also feel like the words speak for themselves, exposed for all to see.

[willweb]

To me it seems odd with all of the punctuation but I thought I would give it a try. I will probably go back to my old punctuationless ways.

[William Michael Reeves]

Read this again and think you're right. The period creates an all stop. Something about your phrases and poetic voice don't want a full stop. Interesting phenomenon.

[willweb]

And you thought I was afraid of periods. Pffft. : )