One last chord

My heart was the keys

her mind was the hands

she played the piano

creating taunting harmonies

As each finger lands upon the cold surface of my keys

the strings were plucked beneath till my knee's gave out

The melody of death

the harmony of love 

as memorising as the last

her fast hands showed the galaxy within her palms

igniting my eyes with doves, 

pure white for hope

but as time took its toll

her fingers pressed down the lower notes

a roll of shadows dragged me from the dove infested world

into the depths of dejected lovers

my keys were shattered

her hands tainted with shards of soul

(May you never have a days worth of peace)

Reviews

[therealtadkent]

As a signed musician I typically find poems about music dull and lacking substance- but YOU actually knew how to make it a blend of authentic, emotional and the narrative was gorgeous. I really enjoyed this. Your short stanzas are effective, and your work is layered and even. Incredibly well done, love.

[Lauren]

It means so much to me to read your review, I was super worried that I was delivering the message incorrectly or that it wouldn't make sense but thankyou so much!

[therealtadkent]

It was very clear, love. Your voice is deliberate and effective, :)

[A.L.]

This won a place in my favorites library.

Beautiful, delicate, raw. Couldn't have been more perfect Loz.

[Lauren]

Thankyou very much! glad you enjoyed it!

[A.L.]

Thank you for sharing

[C. Lee Battaglia]

into the depths of dejected lovers
my keys were shattered
her hands tainted with shards of soul
(May you never have a days worth of peace)"

The feeling was strong and the flow was spot on.
It had a sense of creativity and it was unlike any poem I've ever read.
It was captivating and had me hooked from start to finish.
You are a very talented author/writer.
Keep up the incredible work!

Your friend,

C. Lee Battaglia

[Lauren]

Thankyou for the review! I'm pleased that it was able to engage the reader :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

You are very welcome! It was fantastic!

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Would you like to read my story called the blonde girl? And do you have anything you would like me to read?

[Lauren]

I would love to read your story! I'm not fussy on whether you read my works or not, up to you :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

:) Thank you. And yeah for sure!

[θεά]

Powerful imagery of words on music, player and the listener. I couldn't have done it myself and I admire the crescendo of love and the trough of heartbreak that has been so deftly portrayed in this piece. Admirable talent seen in this poem.

Look forward to reading other works by you.

Best,
M.

[Lauren]

Thankyou so much, I'm glad the message was able to be seen through this poem :)