The Piano

The Piano

A Poem by Patrick Davies
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Oh! The ecstasy of feeling the two halves of your body separate before a piano.

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Black and white

Recurring patterns either side of you.

Reach outward,

Touch their glossy rectangular surface

Only the tiniest amounts,

Pulsating gently down your arms,

Of a careful, cautious pressure

Willing a push of the fingers.

 

Left and right.

Each become aware, each begin to move.

Reach inward.

They slip from your tips - ringing metallic.

They learn quickly, so work as one

Rising, falling and both - bending sound.

Thought stops - melody constructed,

You bathe in this jazz. In this flow.

© 2009 Patrick Davies


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