The Pianist

The Pianist


Gentle, graceful fingers… so perfectly made to stroke the ebony with each caress against the keys…  a melody… is born, with each beat of your heart a symphony torn from the depths of your soul…. In-cred-ible… To witness its immaculate beauty un-fold, as you play without losing complete control of every passionate stroke… you flow.

I listen in wonder with every thunderous gesture of emotion… that grows… to its breathless crescendo!

As I’m lost in the splendor of your musical spell… as each finger possesses the keys; that in perfect harmony yell.


By jps 11/04/10

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this inspired by a young piano player and friend.

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