Sounds Of The Soul

Slipping off the luscious ivory
Tumbling fingers melting to nature's symphony
A dip here, a hustle there
The strings bent in their own misery
But a gentle uprising, still beginning
Coursing Burning Waiting
The pulsing anger in the soulful sound
Ebbing away gently to be bound
By the shackles of self, isolated limitations
Flowing reflectively in its melodious imitations
A broken heart looking for solace
But finding music instead
Tinkles hopefully Chiming Turning
Realizing that it's too soon to be dead...

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

You have written a truly melodious piece.Absolutely beautiful:)

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Thanks, Vidya!! :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

you are welcome:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Thinking of the beats per minute, allowing the metronome to click away the seconds, ahhhh getting lost in the music is so much better than dealing with the realities of the world sometimes. A delightful write! the onomatopoeia is great. Lydi**

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Thank you so much for the review, Lydi! :)