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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First comment? Wow, I was able to do this twice today. Anyway...
ReplyDeleteYour 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
Wonderful poem, Gautami. I especially like the ending. :)
ReplyDeleteHow magical the music runs with poetry
ReplyDeleteNasra
I can so see him sitting at his piano. I wish I could hear his music.
ReplyDeleteMelodies dance into air
resonating with time.
magical way to paint such a simple task
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery. Beautiful poem Joy.
ReplyDeleteSorry I meant to add before Joy that it brought me Joy. Oy.
ReplyDeleteOh, I can see his hands poised to play, his fingers on the keys.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
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?
I can almost see him at the piano. Vivid!
ReplyDeleteI just like the connexion that you put between the piano and water. I can almost see and hear the piano playing...
ReplyDeleteAnd thank for the comment you post on my entry. I had a doubt it was not well translated yesterday, and I guess it show!!
Thanks for the visit, Gautami.
ReplyDeleteAh, 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!
I agree with TA, though this line really struck me, as well:
ReplyDelete"each key contains a bit of his soul."
*blissful sigh*
ReplyDeleteYes. That's it. The power and seduction of music.
each key contains a bit of his soul.
ReplyDeleteThis always the case for musicians isn't it?
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.
ReplyDeleteBtw, I've added you to my links too :)
wow, beautiful! i can almost hear the music...
ReplyDeletewow Gautami great writing!
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
nothing like a good pianist to mesmerize the soul
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, lovely imagery. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDelete"rhythm fills in the gaps-
ReplyDeletegaping 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...
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.
ReplyDeleteI love this one!
ReplyDelete"he plays the piano
deftly with his long fingers;
each key contains a bit of his soul." - I know this so well.
oh yes
ReplyDeletethis 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
yeah, jam on. Nice.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a beautiful poem--so many great lines
ReplyDeletei can hear the music in this.
ReplyDeletegood one, gautami!
Beautiful...you caught the spirit of his playing so perfectly.
ReplyDeletehow lovely, like musical notes
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