i love playing the piano so i wrote a poem about it.


The Piano

my fingers run across the keys
just as my eyes run across the music
scales, up and down,
play it again,
again,
again,
and through the songs
the almighty set of staccatos
turns to a gentle flow of slurs
and slowly,
slowly,
slowly,
the song ends.
and my fingers stop dead in their tracks.



Poetry by kata
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Written on 2006-02-09 at 03:26

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PrincessPebbles
Great poem! Love it!
2006-11-19


PoeticProcrastination
Wow...this is wonderful! I love this poem! ::::}
2006-02-10


jimmiH
Interresting poetry.I like it!
I do understand you like to play piano,
and i know it is nevesarry to practic

slowly
slowly
slowly

*smiling*
2006-02-09