Monday 3 September 2007

soundless applause---Monday Poetry Train

he plays the piano
deftly with his long fingers;
each key contains a bit of his soul.
lyrics comes from his heart-

strumming notes akin
to tinkling water from a spring.
rhythm fills in the gaps-

gaping within his mind.

with his eyes closed

senses attuned to the task,

he plays as if until eternity.

shutting out the world.

melodies dance into air

resonating with time.


"space is left alone with soundless applause."

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28 comments:

  1. First comment? Wow, I was able to do this twice today. Anyway...

    Your poem is beautiful and I especially like this poem because I used to play the piano myself. I still try to occasionally but, I am very rusty now. Thank you for the trip down memory lane. I enjoyed my stay.

    Have a nice day.
    Michelle Johnson

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  2. Wonderful poem, Gautami. I especially like the ending. :)

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  3. How magical the music runs with poetry

    Nasra

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  4. I can so see him sitting at his piano. I wish I could hear his music.

    Melodies dance into air
    resonating with time.

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  5. magical way to paint such a simple task

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  6. Great imagery. Beautiful poem Joy.

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  7. Sorry I meant to add before Joy that it brought me Joy. Oy.

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  8. Oh, I can see his hands poised to play, his fingers on the keys.

    Lovely.

    Btw, have linked to both YOUR sites as well (this one to my main blog, bookblog to bookblog)...and my mother (MX-Susan of Mexico Musings) says she really likes your writing.

    Is the poetry train a private thing, or can anyone play?

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  9. I can almost see him at the piano. Vivid!

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  10. I just like the connexion that you put between the piano and water. I can almost see and hear the piano playing...
    And thank for the comment you post on my entry. I had a doubt it was not well translated yesterday, and I guess it show!!

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  11. Thanks for the visit, Gautami.
    Ah, but I DO read poetry, and I like this one very much. As a former piano player, I know how it is to have every key contain a bit of your soul. Very nice!

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  12. I agree with TA, though this line really struck me, as well:

    "each key contains a bit of his soul."

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  13. *blissful sigh*

    Yes. That's it. The power and seduction of music.

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  14. each key contains a bit of his soul.

    This always the case for musicians isn't it?

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  15. Wonderful poem. I can see it vividly in my mind. I haven't heard of monday poetry train, so I'll definitely checking it out. Thanks.

    Btw, I've added you to my links too :)

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  16. wow, beautiful! i can almost hear the music...

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  17. wow Gautami great writing!

    Keshi.

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  18. nothing like a good pianist to mesmerize the soul

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  19. Beautiful poem, lovely imagery. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  20. "rhythm fills in the gaps-
    gaping within his mind"

    I love that! Perhaps because I always seem to have my own soundtrack playing in the back of my mind. Add the storylines going through my head, it's a wonder I make any sense at all when I'm speaking to someone...

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  21. like most others i loved the line of the keys containing a piece of his soul = very nice description of how the artist and the tool to create the art meld into one beast.

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  22. I love this one!
    "he plays the piano
    deftly with his long fingers;
    each key contains a bit of his soul." - I know this so well.

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  23. oh yes
    this one feels so right
    i'd go and sit on the hill and play now
    (no - not the piano) :)
    but it's raining
    loved it
    thank you

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  24. Wow, what a beautiful poem--so many great lines

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  25. i can hear the music in this.
    good one, gautami!

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  26. Beautiful...you caught the spirit of his playing so perfectly.

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  27. how lovely, like musical notes

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