Sonnet for a Friend

How dreary dull in passing goes the day,

With hands condemned by life’s prosaic cage

To wash and clean, to work and while away

The hours in toil to earn a petty wage.  

Yet watch those weary hands when comes the night,

Their nocturne labours love for ivory key,

With movement soft, ephemerally light,

They whisper out her winsome melody.

Such lofty dreams and great imaginings

Are carried on her sweet aspirant song,

Each note, a promised flight of angel wings

To flee the dawn, whose rays appear erelong.

Though daylight keeps her earthen body bound,

Her spirit glides upon piano sound.

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

Amazing poetry, I loved it

[PianoandPage]

With movement soft, ephemerally light,
They whisper out her winsome melody.

love your poem. i love the piano and could relate to the daily "cage" my hands are bound to and how freeing it is to fly on the melodic wings of ivory keys. :)

great use of vocabulary, nice structure, it read smoothly and i quite enjoyed!

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

this was very nice. I love piano music well actually I love all music I loved your descriptions here "each not a promised flight of angel wings" and the rest after that ................just beautiful!!!!

[J.P. Bristow]

this is rythmical and quite lovely- a wonderful write for your friend.