The Pianist

The Pianist

A Poem by Toby
"

Her fingers glide across keys, reminding you what it might have been to love.

"

she pulls at the strings

of violence and remorse,

painting with colors of

enthusiasm, in your mind.

the sorrow you feel

is a small reminder

of how you are still alive.

she dances around with

vivid memories and dreams,

the corners of her mouth tugging,

tugging upward ever so slightly.

© 2013 Toby


Author's Note

Toby
(I'm not a fan of capital letters in poetry, I think it makes it too sharp. So please, I know it's not capitalized.)

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Added on April 21, 2013
Last Updated on April 21, 2013
Tags: Poem, Hurt/Comfort, Poetry

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