Music never stops

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.

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Very, very beautiful. I play piano and love many types of music. I've composed a few of my own piano pieces and I have to say that every line in your poem is so true and vivid. I read this as someone who both appreciates music as an art form, yet sometimes looks at it constructively, and music in general is just this glorious invention that does not have a beginning or end. It just is, and every single person knows and loves some type of music. Music is a part of life and when I listen to classical or soundtracks...I'm swept away to another world. I think writing and music go well together cause every time I write a story or poem, I feel like each word comes together like each instrument in a song...then it ends like the resounding finale of a symphonic orchestra. Your poem definitely did. :) Standing ovation for you, my friend. Truly.

[Legolas]

Thank you very much. I play the piano as well. I am in love with music. Thank you for the review.

[Tai Ryens]

The metaphor here is absolutely beautiful. The ending is cleverly thought out as well. Amazing job.

[Legolas]

Thanks tai:)

[Ceri]

"A symphony of notes./A rhapsody of love./A sonata of feeling." beautiful words. I sense from the last few stanzas an underlying meaning, perhaps that this beautiful music needs two hands, two lovers, to stand strong against the test of time? Whatever the reader makes of it, though, wonderful poem. :)

[Legolas]

Thank you! Your reviews are always appreciated as well!

[Legolas]

All within music is also did with an artistic heart, as it's a part of your beautiful poetry too.

E.L.

[Legolas]

Thank you:)

[Shaken Not Stirred]

In skillful hands a love will strum and hum forever. I love the feel of unity in this. beautiful like the music it portrays.

[Legolas]

This is so sweet:) thank you

[Nath]

Wow, this is a really brilliant piece! I like the double-, if not triple meaning:
1: The paper being simply sheet of music, the dots and strokes the notes on it, brought to life by the hands playing the music. Music usually does tell a story, in a way not too different from the way e.g. poetry does. Creations always reflect a piece of the artist's soul in my opinion.
2: As Alm pointed out, it can also be understood in a more metaphorical and rather poetic sense, the sheet being somebody's life story that takes a turn for the worse till a likeminded individual is found to fix each other.
3: Well, if it was a metaphor for that one - I believe you would have rated the poem appropriately. ;-)
Anyway, an absolutely stunning piece.

[Legolas]

Thanks

[Alm]

Oh, I didn't get it at first. Now I do. It's about two people whose lives get screwed up from such a nice beginning. But when their lives come together again it becomes something beautiful and whole :D The metaphor here is beautiful. Wow. I love this.

-Alm

[Legolas]

You understood!!! Im so happy! Thank you Alyssa:D

[Falling Leaf.]

Oh, how beautiful! I could hear the music trickle through my head; how I wish I could play the piano!

[Legolas]

Thank you:)