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My heart whacks the
inside of my warm and soft
chest,
sending a light drum to
the internal ear inside my
head
The ivory keys are plucked and
prodded with restrained
intensity as
my mouth dries up like
a marker with no cap
Whoever thought
and scribed these notes on paper is no
genius, but
a god, an all-knowing being,
a piano in human form, just
guiding the hands of its body
to the
right keys with
the perfect amount of force
I can feel the slight pain in my throat that
already
hasn’t had air in it
for the past minute
or so,
as the saltwater rushes
up to the nooks of my eyes,
as if a dam has leaked
But my tears don’t shed because
this music
has frozen time around
me, stopped the fly on the table,
a rustling strand of
hair, a
gasp of breath
All that are moving are the pads of the
fingers, more like
mouths, speaking this act of pure
love and simplicity.

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BlueAstronaut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 4:12 pm:
Pianos are gods trapped in wood. Ivory teeth. Hair strung tight. Please them, and they will sing. Keep them happy, they'll treat you right. I greet mine every morning, and blanket him each night. I know he'd appreciate you and your words much more than mine.
 
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Music4Life This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 2, 2010 at 7:21 pm:
Beautiful! I'm a total band geek, and at my school's winter band concert, one of the kids played "Fantasy Impromptu" and it was amazing. Reading this poem, knowing that that is the song that inspired it, I can hear it and see his fingers flying across the keys of the baby grand piano. Absolutely amazing.
 
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Kailli said...
Dec. 20, 2009 at 8:44 pm:
I love this poem. Keep on writing!
 
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Inkspired said...
Sept. 10, 2009 at 7:50 pm:
Love this! I play piano too, and I totally understand the feeling, although usually, when I'm playing for people, I mess up rather than play well. However, when I'm playing for myself I play better. Anyways, really really really well written, I love it!
 
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Lainee said...
Aug. 30, 2009 at 2:13 pm:
That was amazing, completely fazing.
I could almost hear the music, your music, playing just outside the reaches of my mind, echoing around the outside of my ear... Keep playing. Please, keep playing.
 
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Tears2RosesThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 2, 2009 at 3:10 am:
nice!(I live in NM too) Keep wrighting
 
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coderedcarrotqueen said...
Apr. 24, 2009 at 9:55 pm:
very nice! VERY NICE! you should be a journalisT! your writing is esquisit! YOUR POEMS ROCK THE WORLD! just like yoU! see you monday! love ya! (= CODEREDCARROTQUEEN
 
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