The Pianist
A Poem by
gsoagt
The Pianist A flair comes forth from dexterous digits. The sounds waft in the still air. A grin of determination erupts as the music swells to envelope the Hall. As time wears on, beads of form on the brow. A fury is released. The artist subsides as the echoes resound.
© 2010 gsoagt
Reviews
wow. powerful imagery. And the flow is amayzing. I'm not sure if I like the ending or not, but thats my personal opinion. Overall, very nice! I'm glad someone suggested I read this! Keep writing!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Dum dum dum dummmmm Great job!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Dum dum dum dummmmm Great job!
Art reflecting art. This is great, very vivid.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Art reflecting art. This is great, very vivid.
Great description of an artist at work. You describe the sound music as if a storm is about to start. Great job.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Great description of an artist at work. You describe the sound music as if a storm is about to start. Great job.
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Added on May 31, 2010
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