Piano

Piano

A Poem by .:Arianna:.

The piano..
has its story to tell..
And no lyrics are needed..
Every key is a word..
Every word...a ''key''

 

The piano,black and white,
never has seen grey..
only dark and bright..
joy and fright..

It's its music,
carving its name in your soul..
It's the name that makes you whole..

Try to restrain your tears when you
hear it ''cry''...

 

A dusty veil upon the piano,
and a fingerprint between..
a long line drawn curving once in a while..
the piano is never alone..

© 2010 .:Arianna:.


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I actually play the piano myself, and I loved how you described it.
"The piano..
has its story to tell..
And no lyrics are needed..
Every key is a word..
Every word...a ''key''
Very true and very clever ^^ Beautiful


Posted 11 Years Ago


what an expressive mood in this poem-
and the last verse is very descriptive-
this is a lovely poem:)


Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 23, 2010
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.:Arianna:.
.:Arianna:.

Amsterdam, Netherlands



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Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..

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