It was hard to hear the quiet piano through closed doors.
I strain my ears, flush against the wall outside his room.
Some days the melody was soft and happy,
Other days the notes were melancholy and lonely.
But even for the gentlest songs,
They were sad.
They were all nameless.
Every symphony, every harmony.
All untitled masterpieces.
Maybe he wrote them down,
Maybe he recites every cord by heart.
Maybe after that concert he performs every night,
They disappear into subconscious archives.
But maybe I am over thinking this all.
After each recital,
I’ll give a silent standing ovation.
His bench will push against the carpet of his floor,
And footfalls abruptly end as he collapses into his bed.
The musician has left the stage,
Imaginary credits roll.
I take my leave,
And dream of gentle fingers once again playing.
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EitherFeline (Pseudonym) (
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WELCOME TO MPS FELINE ! Thanks for a very elegant and nostalgic first poem ! I can empathise because my Dad is a Classical Pianist and Church Organist ! At night the Moonlight Sonata (very soporific) would drift up into my bedroom and send me to sleep ! He is not so fluent on the keyboard (and you imply this for your Friend) now as he once was ~ but his melodies are still as beautiful and when he got married he had to choose between a PIANO (rosewood upright grand !) and a HOUSE ~ He bought the Piano and rented a House ! Your lovely haunting poem struck a chord with me and i loved every note ! More please ! Please check my Poems Yours BRIAN (UK)
I am so glad that you could relate to my poem! I love how you try different formats in your poems.
Super write. Welcome to MPS.
Thank you for reading! 🙂
Wonderful first post. Welcome 😊
Magnifique! Your beautiful writing made me hear the music. Would love to read more from you.
What a beautiful poem, and a beautiful tribute to the pianist you admire! I'm thrilled to welcome you to MPS and look forward to more from you.
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