Piano.

Tunes, melodies, baffled thoughts concieved through racing minds,

bruised fingers stroke her burning keys,

Scale up and down in a magical tune,

flowing as slow water in lonely streams,

Lonley as can be, a voice fills the space, perfection flows for miles.The laughter is gone, yet the forgiving have spoken. Hands working hard, voice stretches limits.

Ranges fall and rise, explosion, redundancy in behavior. Fighting pain.

flawless triumph.

 

Author's Note

I wrote whatever words came to my head when I heard the word "Piano" as fast as I could

Reviews

[Bubo]

Reminds me very much of my daughter who practised for hours and hours, and the beauty she created with her fingers....trying to get it to perfection, and how you capture that feeling.

[Steve]

this is very creative! Nice job......

[roarke]

Interesting prompt exercise. Musicians spend many hours, years in lonely practice rooms with only their instruments and themselves to work out a communication with. The spontaneity fits. Not bad at all I'd say. Your bravery shines through.