In the Piano Room MAG

June 22, 2009
By Mystways BRONZE, Goshen, Indiana
Mystways BRONZE, Goshen, Indiana
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A warm, lazy afternoon,
The south of France;
Sunlight filters through.
I'm leaning on the piano
And you –

You make quiet magic
Come out of the keys.
But I'm breathing
Too loud for this room;
Just waiting –

Waiting for you to realize,
Here in the open space
Between notes and me.
If you looked up now,
You'd see –

See the way I watch,
Eyes not for the keys
But for silently caressing
Your graceful hands
And longing …



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on Feb. 3 2010 at 6:28 pm
wombatz-rule GOLD, Montrose, Minnesota
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Great, great poem! It's so true how sometimes people admire others not for their talents, but for the other person specifically...I love how you put it all into perspective. Great work.

on Feb. 2 2010 at 10:52 pm
Crossingmyfingers SILVER, Mounds View, Minnesota
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This is amazing and I love how you wrote about the music and it was just... awesome

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on Jan. 28 2010 at 8:02 pm
Skeezics GOLD, Eatonville, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
A childs voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.
Everyone faces obsticals. What defines you is how you overcome them. -J.R. Celski

Love this poem.

Linnea SILVER said...
on Jan. 28 2010 at 11:03 am
Linnea SILVER, Lamoine, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"What will come will come and we'll meet it when it does." ~Hagrid

Wonderful, very moving


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