Gray Keys

A line of keys
Black and white
Sharply defined
Dark and light

Corners and edges
Lines perfect and straight
Hint at the beauty
It can create

Ascending notes
Birds flying high
Into the music
Of a paper sky

Blending chords
Notes high and low
Clearly singing
Like a river’s flow

Whispers soft
Gently rustle
Like a sweet old man’s
Friendly whistle

Thunderously loud
And ringing true
To the lion’s roar
He cannot subdue

Dynamics and rhythms
Being combined
With a melody so sweet
So gentle and kind

Composers many
Have played its keys
Capturing the wild
In the waves and seas

Have you cried with Beethoven
Standing in the moonlight
As Elise leaves you behind
With a sad goodnight?

As notes slow down
The birds come to a stop
Hands lift up from
The silent piano top

Keys become straight again
Severely black and white
Leaving no trace of the music
That flies free as a kite





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Aidyl said...
Aug. 23, 2011 at 4:07 pm
I loved this :D 
 
TheCurlyGirl said...
Aug. 22, 2011 at 6:41 pm
Absolutely beautiful. :D
Definitely my favorite thus far.
 
savetheplanet replied...
Aug. 23, 2011 at 4:14 pm
Aw, you're too kind Curly.  That's what Mr. K used to call you, wasn't it?
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 20, 2011 at 10:40 am
Your poems are flowing better and better, and this one read beautifully! I loved how you described your passion for your piano, and how you added a sort of color to the 'black and white instrument.' I found that I liked the second, third, and fourth stanzas the most; they had a mastered rhythm and precise metaphor. Well done, Liz!
 
savetheplanet replied...
Aug. 20, 2011 at 4:19 pm
:D Aw thanks Raven, this is one of my favorites.  My friend told me that my only problem with poems is that the meter was all weird.  So this one I specifically tried to keep a steady meter.
 
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