Dead Beat [Ivory Tender]

 

 

I've been playing this tune for so long

That my fingernails are bitten down to the skin

And my hands are cut

From tuning the keys

 

My glasses are broken and shards are in my eyes

And yet I can play the piece

The same one you asked for

All those years ago

 

You smiled at me

And asked if I could play the piano

My eyes danced with the light heart of a fool

I said yes, of course, and you grinned

 

We danced that night

Under the stars, under the open air

The last time I'd get to breathe without inhaling

Piano fumes

 

My hair is in ragged shambles

My dress is wrinkled from all the days

And all the nights spent trying to play

This piece as perfectly as possible

 

I am the ghost of that night

That same night where you took my hand

And led me to believe

I was yours

 

"Play for me," you asked in a calm soothing voice

And I am so overtaken by your charm

I sit and I try to perform

The only piece that I know

 

My fingers fly

Slamming against ivory tender

Cascading staff with atonement and sweet sound

I feel alive...do you feel it to?

 

But you lean against the doorway

And say "Play again."

So I play again

And again

 

And again

And again

And again

And...again

 

But it's not enough

Has it ever really been enough?

And I play

And I play again

 

You've gone and left

And I sit at the keys

Staring at the very love which lost my honor

Which lost my heart

 

And I play.

 

Well, I've played my life away

Waiting for you

Now merely a remnant of the girl who waited for you

And still is

 

Still trying to play the piece

That you deemed unacceptable

My spirit draining away

Beating down on dead ivory tender

Author's Note

Whenever I listen to this piece, I always got a little creeped out, so I tried to write a piece that went with it. :D

Reviews

[LivingDeath]

I myself am a piano player. This piece stood out to me partially because of that but also because I can relate in a way. Learning a song for the girl who I thought was going to be forever, but turned her back and left. Still to this day I am trying to perfect it, and even when I get it to that point, I try to change it to make it sound even better. Putting my own notes in it that astray from the way others play. But still I know she will never come back, but her voice keeps echoing me to keep playing it. Very good job.
~LivingDeath

[Coyote Poetry]

This is real poetry. The artwork allow the reader to feel the poem come alive in your words. The strong statements were strong and the story got better with each line.
"Well, I've played my life away
Waiting for you
Now merely a remnant of the girl who waited for you
And still is'
Thank you for a amazing poem.
Coyote

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a nicely written poem..I really liked the storyline within it...even without hearing the song I could tell that it was creepy. I also liked the picture that went with it. I think you did a great job on this. Thanks for sharing.