The Artist

March 20, 2012
By xflighty_firex BRONZE, Clarity, Other
xflighty_firex BRONZE, Clarity, Other
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I sat at the bench.
My fingers rest lightly on the cool, white keys.
A long, single note holds.
I can see the possibilities.
My hands speed up.
The silence is gone.
They move with grace over the keys.
All my clumsiness is gone.
Louder, stegato.

More notes, the beautiful sounds trickling delicately into the air.

It is my canvas.

I am the artist.


The author's comments:
What more can I say? It's music.

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on Mar. 27 2012 at 6:58 am
notbad but its a little short not bad but good job!

on Mar. 25 2012 at 4:25 pm
Princesspiper84 SILVER, Lodi, New Jersey
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Omg i love ur poem. i love playing on the piano to but that aint my canvas my canvas is the dance floor. Lol keep writing

on Mar. 25 2012 at 4:25 pm
Princesspiper84 SILVER, Lodi, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Motto: There's no life without death, mistakes, and missury

Omg i love ur poem. i love playing on the piano to but that aint my canvas my canvas is the dance floor. Lol keep writing


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