Recital

April 13, 2009
By Anonymous

As I sit on the bench
the cold seeping through my clothes
musty air reaching my nostrils
I begin to play my familiar tune
my left fingers gliding
from one black key to another
my right fingers
joining, bringing the melody.
The music flows
from the paper
to my hands.
Dancing isn't my strongest point,
but my fingers do it well.
My last notes,
loud and strong,
ring through the room
and I am ready
to perform.


The author's comments:
I am in 7th grade and we had to write a poem for Language Arts and my teacher suggested some sites to our class if we wanted to submit our poems. So here it is! Just in case you didn't get it from the poem, I'm talking about a piano recital. Enjoy.

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