Piano, Play Me
Piano, play me
With wordless tune
Through breezeless desert
And 'round the moon.
Piano, play me
On black and white
Pale ivory chords
That gleam in night.
Piano, play me
Forgotten songs
Like footprints, written
To guide me on.
Oh, let me hear
Your thunderous roar
Your soft, sweet ebb
Upon the shore.
Like starlight falling
From skies above
Raise me up high
To fall in love.
Your keys have glory
And notes of gold
Soothe newborn tantrums
And hearts grown old.
How many masters
Composed and wept
Upon your keyboards
While dreamers slept.
Piano, play me
Let me draw near
To music's kingdom
Within my ear.
Piano, play me
Like rain falls down
In hands of rapture
Oh, let me drown.
©By Voo
May 3, 09
7:08 p.m.
Beloved by Dax Johnson
https://youtu.be/H7u5GtSIC5k
ReplyDeleteah ha!
DeleteVery nice...interesting that you have the piano "playing" the pianist, which is oddly appropriate.
ReplyDeletesmile. Where are you my friend????
DeleteLovely poem, Voo! If those keys could talk what would they say?!
ReplyDeleteI played her like a baby grand piano
While she resonated with such loud passionate music.
Everywhere I touched her was the key to her swoon worthy love…….. to be continued
that was lovely, amigo
ReplyDeleteAs I was stroking the keys of her heart, with such finger and wrist articulation, I could feel each vibration from her keys.
ReplyDeleteAs a pianist stretches his fingers straight out yet slightly curling, I knew, to play her, I would need to work slowly with her before bringing it on gently. It felt a bit weird.
I knew that a combination of movements moving forward, backwards and sideways would accomplish the satisfying need that she was looking for. I knew I could breathe life into this beauty of a woman!
Is there anything more satisfying than bringing a lifeless piano back to life?
To be continued………
that sounds..um...X rated who was your music teacher, sir? lol
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