Empty fingers

 

 

 

Empty fingers

 

 

Black on white

Scores in three quarter sadness

Sharps and flats beneath heartbeats

Dust and cobweb mosaics

glistening in the key of pain

 

Scaled deposits wait

lonely in the corner

Replaying adagio chords of lost love,

composed in notes

on yellowed decaying paper

 

Tuning key locked away,

Forte expressions shackled

in sustain pedal nightmares

of faux concertos worn

in overture’d blistered edges

as empty fingers play on

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Scores in three quarter sadness
Sharps and flats beneath heartbeats
Dust and cobweb mosaics
glistening in the key of pain

lonely and lovely and melancholy - next to violins I think pianos cry best...and this poem brings that to life. Always wanted to learn to play piano because it evokes such emotion but I can only run one hand at time (played trumpet and a little bagpipe.) adagio chords of lost love ...strikingly beautiful too.

[Jack...]

Tammy, I could be in the deepest pit of depression and your reviews would still make me laugh...bagpipes...really? Thank you so much my friend.

[Frieda P]

How apropos for you to write this Jack, you play luverly music to the beat of even lovelier poetry, this is just perfect. I love everything about it, 'empty fingers' says so much. Keep creating your wonderful music, whether it be poetry or composing another piano piece, I'l be swooning to the tune of either.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend. If you keep listening, I will keep playing.

[Frieda P]

Always my sweet talented friend, always.........x

[Cassie]

This is a sad poem and you always bring out all the emotions well, be it sadness, joy, loss...thank you for sharing.

[Jack...]

Good morning Sunshine. I was wondering if we were going to see your light today. Thank you so much Cassie.

[Cassie]

Glad to know I lit your morning today. After next week I will be shining on you everyday.

[Debbie_Philly]

Jack this is a stunning piece of poetry !!... every descriptive line..... I can hear your key and the music it plays through your words !!! :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Debbie.

[Lydia Shutter]

Wonderful! Loved the musical terms you used throughout the poem. So very poignant. The metaphor is splendid as is the imagery. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend. I always love the melody of your reviews.

[Ruth]

I absolutely adore this Jack...the musical thread beneath the melancholy is inspiring...music is the soul release for most and conveying that gives this all the more power...just elegantly emotive! xx

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Poppy. I truly appreciate your kind words.

[Ruth]

Most welcome hon!

[Marie]

Reminds me of my husband, who played the piano...I've kept it...empty as the keys are...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Marie. I play as well.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Reading this rekindles my desire to learn how to play. Such a lovely read, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Kelly. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't play.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You play? Oh, how I envy you!

[Jack...]

If you would like to hear me, I can send you a link to one of Frieda's poems I composed the music for.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...I'd love to hear it!

[Sami Khalil]

This is a sad one of empty fingers on the keyboard but full hands and emotions on the page...Bravo

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)