Pretzel

april fool's day

His fingers flew over the keys
chilly spring day,
Houston exhaust and gasoline,
didn't feel quite inside his own body.
When it hit,
and his hands were still,
the music kept playing
jauntily, in a bad way. 
Before he hit the floor,
his tongue had purpled, 
his shirt destroyed, 
the sun caught him through the window.
Someone broke the door down 
someone's choir performed Auld Lang Syne
someone broke a pencil tip
and the sun made him warm.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Really working hard to finger out your poem... first time reading any of yours... So many possible meanings..
Would love to know more about this..
Lisa

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much for taking the time to review this piece, I greatly appreciate your feedback :)read moreThank you so much for taking the time to review this piece, I greatly appreciate your feedback :)
This free-verse ditty was written about a good friend that I grew up playing classical music with, and he passed at a young age due to epilepsy. I believe that sometimes in life, we get the chance to meet golden people, angels who walk among us, and the sunny morning I woke up to today reminded me of his radiance. I wanted to write a piece that described hurt, beauty, gratitude and the human experience without only focusing on the grief that comes along with losing a loved one.

Thanks again for inquiring, it always brightens my day to see a review :)

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome.
Lisa, 6:30am in Spain