The Recital

The Recital

A Poem by Lucia Morgan

Swept up in a whirl of scales, leading upward, 
Into a heavy afterthought,
The music pouring out of me.
I can barely hear the soft breath, of the pianist, 
The player,
Drawn in by the sweet romance, 
Of the keys, rocking, 
The melody, dancing 
Swiftly.
But it has suddenly gone sour,
The notes sagging, 
Beneath the doubtful hands of the composer, 
Until, finally, the music stops, 
With a depressed sigh. 
A pause, from the audience,
Hands raised,
Quivering, 
For an applause. 

Encore...
...Encore.

© 2011 Lucia Morgan


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. ah, beautiful ... played like a symphony ... you deserve all the applause you need and more ...

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Added on November 24, 2010
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Lucia Morgan
Lucia Morgan

Tempe, AZ



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