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1 A subtle chatter fills the room.
A mountainous theatre;
Packed!
Row to row, filled; a variety of people.
A single front row blocked off to the crowd;
Within, four judges are seated, clipboards and pens go hand in hand.
Lights have filled the room,
Curtains outlining an empty stage
The soft whisper of apologies as the last of the peoples find their seats.
The lights dim,
It’s time for the show to begin.
2 The judges are focused,
The chatter lowers amongst the seats,
Tension begins to flood the room.
The stage is lit,
A single piano sits in its center.
3 A boy enters the stage,
Tall, dark hair, nervous;
As he makes way to the piano,
The room is silent.
~And so it begins~
4 He takes a deep breath~
Reaches his hand to the keys;
And his hands begin to sing.
He tells a story,
All of the pain trapped inside~
Inside his heart.
It pours,
And paints emotions, as they color in the sky
5 He starts with a tempo,
A beat.
The same beat of his heart;
Slow and broken,
Filled with pain and new beginnings.
His entire song;
It describes him,
It describes his heart.
The journey he went through.
The things he felt, experienced,
And how it affected him;
his heart.
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F#4 sharp
6 He plays the single note three times
It\'s his heartbeat.
Each time,
With more pain.
Each time,
With more knowledge
Each time,
With more~
emotion.
7 He drops the note once,
A solo F4,
He was breaking.
He then picks it up with a mixed chord,
Three flats and a sharp
He
Broke.
The heart exhales heavily.
8 He switches from F#4 sharp to a C#5 sharp,
And begins playing sections 3 and 2 base chords,
9 One chord after the other…
Over-
And over.
He stays with his tempo.
10 He’s hurt.
He’s lost.
His world has been crumbled right before his eyes,
He’s lost everything he loves, and all sense of hope.
His hands move heavily across the keys,
It’s time to let go.
It’s time to heal.
11 His heart hesitates.
Here-We-Go
12 He begins again,
An F#5 sharp
And plays a melody.
13 Simple and soft.
Comforting and pure.
His heart;
It cries.
He feels
~happy.
14 For the first time in a long time,
His heart feels
Pure~
A familiar,
Sweet,
Bliss~
washes over him.
It’s the sound of new beginnings,
New futures,
New~ Hope;
Arising from its ashes.
He’s been broken, and now~
He’s ready to be fixed.
15 His hands switch over to his chords once more,
A heavy series of deep, backup chords.
They dance along while his melody sings.
16 His past does not decide his future.
And his heart is finally discovering this.
This journey is real, and its important,
He’s ready to fight for what he lost.
He wants justice.
A better future.
He wants happiness.
And he’s ready to find it.
No matter the challenges it may bring.
All the pain and hurt has lighten a fire within;
And its not going out.
17 He switches his melody
He’s on his journey
18 Beginning with a high to low minor scale.
He’s fighting for good.
Although it\'s easy to keep that in mind,
Once its put to the test, its hard to be so sure.
19 His hands dance upon the keys
They speak softly,
Building up volume,
20 He’s ready to take on pain,
He will stick to what he believes in
His heart stays strong
21 One test after another,
Challenge
After challenge
Again
And again.
He plays large, heavy chords.
Over and over,
And with every time he plays them,
His journey gets Harder
And Harder!
Tension builds,
He screams,
He yells,
He’s been shot!
He’s in pain!
Negative thoughts begin to fog his path!
But he doesn’t give up.
It\'s too thick, he can’t see through!
But he keeps going
He gets hit!
But he’s willing to suffer
He keeps getting shot!
But he’s prepared to bleed out!
He’s been Knocked down
So he starts to crawl
He’s drowning in pain,
But he still finds air to breathe
His keys gaining maximum volume,
Louder
And Louder!
Harder and
HARDER
Until Finally, his chords begin to scream;
ENOUGH!
22 He returns to his melody,
With heavy bass chords behind it.
His heart pounds,
Hard and determined.
It sweats.
Adrenaline pumping through every vessel.
His fingers dance among the keys,
One after another,
Spinning and twisting.
He’s never going to give up.
He’s never losing hope,
And if something knocks him down,
He’ll get-back-up.
23 So many people have left him,
Turned against him,
Gave him silence,
Because they didn’t understand, and never would.
But he doesn’t need an approval of their crowds.
He’s fighting for himself!
And he knows his own approval is all he needs.
Not for the pleasing of the evil!
He has no fear of hiding himself!
He’s proud!
And this is his chance!
He was fighting for hope,
But now,
His heart is fighting for love.
24 His soft, simple melody fills the room once again.
He’s at the purest form of peace.
He won his battle.
25 He plays his final chord.
The final Moment of his story;
Is done.
And he
is
Happy.
26 His journey has ended.
He has succeeded.
And he found peace;
Because he’s finally doing what he needs to do most~
\'His heart is fighting for love.\'
27 And to live in pure happiness,
That\'s-all-you-need.
28 He finishes his song;
Retrieving his hands from the Piano,
He brings them to his sides.
He’s panting.
Searching for breath,
His lungs deeply fill;
In— and out.
And the room~
Painfully silent.
29 The boy gave a slight grin in response to the lack of sound.
He let out a small
“Mhm”~ then exited the stage.
30 The theater;
Still flooded with an empty quiet.
And the moment of silence lasted forever.
Finally, it was broken by the subtle sound of pen scribbling on paper,
The judges, so pale, bland, emotionless~ evil;
Wrote down their disappointing critique.
31 And the crowd—
Through all of the black figures that filled the room,
No one clapped,
No one cheered,
And no one smiled.
Every single one, a dark empty figure.
Together, they turned their heads away,
And in disgust;
Dismissed the story he had publicly portrayed.
I wonder why...
“The Pianists’ Story”
#293 Lines, #37 stanzas, #1091 words
An original poem ( 5/22/18)
-A.e.m.s (student)