Evening IvoriesA Poem by Beyond WordsA poem about a man and his pianoUnder the
hush of the season a
peach moon blushes, and
smiles down on the baby grand. Anticipatory
whispers spill into evening air, as
he methodically strides near and
he gathers.
In
tailored Loro Piana he slowly lowers. His
ascending arms bring an anxious stir as
his palms gently settle. So
delicate are his cautiously kind hands with
tremendous respect he treats her, like
relations for the first time with virgin keys.
His
fingers come to rest offering
the perfect touch of unspoken words, and
the pristine ivories engage them in conversation. Felt
covered hammers bite down giving
birth to hypnotic sound. They
speak to us in precise measured tones.
Each
chord stricken lifts
gracefully into the night, bouncing
rhythmically between the stars as
the venue rides first class in melodic flight. Playing
the atmosphere into a subdued submission elegantly
rolling up and down over the black and whites, vibrant
yet composed he
perspires with passion through each composition.
Loaning
us a final piece neatly,
he tucks the console back in. For
this night belongs to the evening’s ivories, and
to those who make the magic happen. © 2014 Beyond WordsAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 20, 2014 Last Updated on December 20, 2014 AuthorBeyond WordsBaltimore, MDAboutThe great thing about poetry...as long as your breathing and walking this world you'll never run out of things to write about. Everything about this place is a potential poem. more..Writing
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