I hear the sound

I hear the sound

As you slowly

Push down the keys

 

Ringing in my ears

The music that comes

From your misery

 

I can feel the pain

In the notes

That you play so hauntingly

 

To be heard

Your songs plead

Life has a way

Of writing these

 

They reach out

And touch me

As if I am

In this life

That I do not lead

 

To connect to us all

They strangely somehow succeed

We are left feeling every drop

That your fingers bleed

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

it was a wonderful read... also i know i have had a time when i felt like my life was out of my control and their was so much i wanted to do to help and change but didn't know how to take control and this is what this poem reminds me of... i really liked it and keep writing...

[Priscilla Sayers]

I love it. It speaks with subtle passion and beauty as music is heard through your words.

[Marshal Gebbie]

Music transcends all other media in its ability to transmit sensation, mood and atmosphere. Music as the ability to set the scene and create the response.
Your words caught this quite precisely Swan

[bookworm]

You are offering such tender words and kindness to another who is in pain. That is a virtuous characteristic, my friend. I wonder if whatever evoked this emotions you express toward your muse, are feelings that perhaps you are also needing to hear from yourself. I have recently discovered that most poetry are conversations we are having with ourselves, the parts long gone ignored. I bet you can relate to your subjects pain very deeply. Compassion for others is such an invitation for us to explore our own hurt. This was beautiful....I have much appreciation. Thank you.

[realmwriter]

That is palpable my friend, the anguish in the pianists persistent playing is exquisitely evident. Very Very Cool Piece my friend.

[Mary C]

A refreshingly new read!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Misery can be soft .. and sometimes speaks in whispers , and whimpers .. Other times it is loud, brassy .. intrusive .. .. It can lead you some where you do not wish to go .. Listen to your hearts song ..

This is good .. Jazz

[patricia]

This had a great feel about it. I especially liked ...in In this life That I do not lead. Thankyou.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

It's strange how no matter how big a problem some people have, it's so hard for them to talk about it. We all communicate in our own ways. Fortunately, you have given us insight on other forms of expression...to show us when we should be concerned.

[Me]

An engaging write from beginning to end. A pleasure to read.