Music never stopsA Poem by Legolas
What do you think it's about?
I look before me.
Black lines weave throughout
a stark white page.
Carefully plotted ink spots
dot the thin strokes.
Although it may not seem like it,
these tell a story.
The right hand starts off slow.
Beautiful for the first bit.
Then it starts becoming detached;
almost ugly sounding.
The left hand then starts,
taking over from the right.
Just as the right, it starts wonderfully.
After a while, it loses it's melody.
Both hands come together.
A little rough at first, but then
they find each others rhythm.
No longer are they lost or incomplete.
Together they have created music.
A symphony of notes.
A rhapsody of love.
A sonata of feeling.
Each note compliments the others perfectly.
Like this, they could go on forever;
making music for each other,
and they do.
The music never stops.
© 2012 Legolas
Rivendell, Middle Earth
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