mute piano

Today i watched a pianist play
But what he played i cannot say
For his hands held no magic
And for his sake, my heart was tragic

The pianos notes spoke not a word
The most devoid instrument I've never heard
And now i wonder to myself
if the pianist had put his passion upon a shelf

And left it there, to dust and rot
Relying on teachings, and feeling naught
The poor piano, surely weeps
Over the devoid company it keeps

It's keys are worn, but not by pleasure
Always used in practice, but never leisure
And now it plays a haunting harmony
An automatic melancholy melody

The music maker weeps, and the musician sighs
As they play together, before many eyes
Perhaps one day the musician, will relearn how to feel
And remember how to make his music real

Without passion a piano will stand silent
no matter how beautiful the song you play
if your passion is non-existent
Naught will your piano say...

Reviews

[♪GetUse2MyMelodie..]

I like the bounce of rhyming. But to say, this is so true. It's a tragic thing to loose passion in some thing beautiful and follow along like a robot. Poor pianist...

[JRB]

love the write thank you keep it up

[Andrew Wright]

I could only sit and nod: truth is hard to come by nowadays...

[AbsentElements]

The rhyming in this poem is really good, especially the scheme of it all. The meaning in the poem is powerful, it also seems like a lesson that could be used in more than just the piano situation. All in all a great piece.

Sad to watch somebody go through the motions. Makes things just, just. Hope whomever re-finds their inspiration.

[Tough review]

ooh i liked, Last stanza was lovely. Second stanza, second line however sounded a little off for some reason, read it out loud my dear. Also look at the first stanza, last line.

8/10
~Kelsey

[Senseless whatever]

Beautiful sentiment. Putting ones heart into their music/ art makes it come alive.