Piano (day 145)

It’s like an explosion,

this music,

like I can’t speak in any other way

but through the simple stretch of an octave or two

My fingers play out everything we are

our spark painted over these dusty keys


If you open your eyes too wide

you’ll lose your mind

so I’ll keep mine half closed,

blind but I still step true

because this is what I follow


I’m always learning, stumbling

Even if I can’t play the right music

for every moment you’re the soundtrack to this road,

there’s still a beat in the background

emerging from our shattered hearts

and it’s still lyrical.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/20/16


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SSmoothie's picture

Beautiful a faulted sonata is

Beautiful a faulted sonata is often a discovery of a new beautiful concerto. Xo music moves th soul like words move the heart 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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Music joins us deep in belly.

Music joins us deep in belly. Love and music have a rhythm.

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An Enduring Line

"...Even if I can't play the right music..." try and try until it yields the beauty intended. An uplifting conglomeration of words here. The sharing enriches. - allets -