My fingers on the keys...

May 13, 2009
By Twilightnme SILVER, Anchorage, Alaska
Twilightnme SILVER, Anchorage, Alaska
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Favorite Quote:
"You dont know what you have until its gone"


The keys, black and white.
Blank, no sound.
Waiting for rivers of
melodies to be played.

Running my fingers
along the dusty wood.
Wondering what sorts
Of things I can do.

I hear the music.
I feel the integrity.
I am the softness.

I strike a key…
No sound comes out.
I tap a key...
The vibe sings.

Madness is in me.
The keys play songs,
filled with hatred,
glee, hatred, glee.
I stop.

The keys, black and white.
Loud, luscious sound.
Waiting for a break to
take place.

I am the softness...


The author's comments:
This poem just popped into my head. I love the piano. I am not good, but I love it anyways!

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