The Keys In A Mansion.

Goldfinch60



The door opens and into the first room you step

And look around in wonder

At the peaceful scenes on the wall.

The soft furnishings all around

Like a slow symphonic movement

Played in a major key.

The calm washes over you

And you are at peace.

As you step into the next room

The key changes,

It takes you to a world of nature,

Sparkling all around.

Trees and flowers abound.

The sounds of a concerto

Showing you that life is good.

You reach the next room

And all changes,

The minor key shows anger,

The cruelty in this world.

The music so loud, so staccato

Leading to the room where sadness abounds,

Another minor key,

Where the sound of a plaintive oboe,

Casts its solemn tune into your mind,

The leaden feeling shown and felt within the room.

The darkness and gloom slide past

As you reach another door.

What will the next room show?

What key will the feeling bring?

Keys can be like rooms

And in the mansion where you find yourself

There are twenty-four keys.

Emotions galore to be heard, seen and felt.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2025 00:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: We always move into new rooms.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.

  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful analogy Gold in our world of half steps twentyfour keys in the chromatic scale. Then there are quarter steps in eastern music as well so the number of rooms expands. Loved the write made me think

    • Goldfinch60

      Much appreciated soren, thank you.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        You are welcome Andy

      • Poetic Licence

        That made my old mind grind a little, enjoyed the read

      • Friendship

        Nicely written.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Friendship.

          Andy

        • Bella Shepard

          Like the movements in a musical piece, i feel your poem reflects the many doors and rooms, the stages we pass into and out of throughout life. What a wonderful musical metaphor. Once again, your choice of musical accompaniment is impecable. The musicians, young and old, blending in perfect harmony. I could fave this a hundred times.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Bella, much appreciated.

            Andy

          • Tony36

            Excellent write Andy

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Tony.

              Andy

              • Tony36

                You're not



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