Piano Poems - Poems about Piano

The raindrops fall into the paper cup of tea The teabag shrinks as if it could be my remark Unlatch the green door to the childlike mystery It’s possible again to enter that old park The busts and statues of the gods and greats And shaded benches in the niches of the trees There in the memory another alley waits I...

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On Friday, 2024.06.28, at 11:13:07 I first played piano at the M Central. It was BB who introduced me to a world of music, The 1st song played was his favourite. It has been exactly one year. Many things have unfolded here. As I genuinely seeking for music therapy, I have also shared that to many. On my 2nd and subsequent visits...

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Recently, there was a subtled battle, Between the sound from a shop and the piano. At first, it was just a small issue, Eventually it grew bigger and uglier. For exactly eleven months, I have been playing the piano for fun, The unique half a century old melodies, Have brought so much joy and effective therapy, To the public and to me. I made...

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Piano man was what he said he was called. Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled. Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice. Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice. Piano man hit heights. Please play those black and whites. Pick a tune with pazazz. Play that great old time Jazz. Phrase those songs to tap our feet. Pure honkey tonk,...

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The Piano You have my undivided attention. In a blue sky, it’s with devotion. With grace, you speak kind words to me, Past the Horizon, only you can see. What lies ahead, when you turn the page To meet someone new across the bay. I see you for the first time is like, Seeing heaven...

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2025.05.13 Today, not as any other days, When I always was the first arrived at this place, Waiting for the piano to be available, For me to clean and press on the keyboard, To break the sound of silence Of the well lighted open space. Not far away, there was a chimney Covered under a huge cone, They were the centre place's icons. Some of...

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Music that touches the soul. This is so wonderful. Well, what kind of music can you describe? The sound of her magic She can say everything without words And break the dumb silence She is beautiful when she sounds in silence So gentle with the touch She touches every key of my soul I love it, I listen with pleasure She will talk about...

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The reality be told, it was not long past, Flabbergast by an unfold from my mind’s vague vast, In reflections of the accounts of my youth, Echoes formed, all claiming to be truth. Must be fabricated, they’re so over the top, Consulted a friend, a retired old cop, He said no evidence on the inquires I’d send, Crazies, PTSD’s, false memories blend....

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Hello, Hello, just a shadow In a rat race on game show it’s a rat race on a circus show Just a game for the cat chase, In a rat race against the cat chase In this circus show On my tiptoe, for Romeo Under the mistletoe But the lifeguard let go Manifesto I'm in denial I'm in denial Hunted by a crocodile I'm swimming idle I'm swimming...

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a man, aging yet still of play for he, a piano plays he and piano plays he well but die does our aging man for he, dead, yet playing on and piano plays beyond as born is a child born for he, a piano plays he and how plays our child well a gift, piano, barely learned but known in this child as once known in...

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2025.4.14 This morning, two things happened At M Central while playing piano, And each of them really made my day. A young Asian woman, waited to speak to me. She said her name was VL and Has been coming here for months, On her way to work and dropping in to listen, She always wanted to tell me, My piano music has given her...

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The piano tuner there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor except for potatoes, there was not much call for  another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented the space and partly white-washed the windows he didn't like to be seen by passers-by  I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy  when he asked...

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2025.4.10 It has been 9 months since I played piano. In the first few months, I received few compliments. I was not confident and felt embarrassed instead. But eventually, I receive them every day and everywhere I play. I even have a fan, who said "I get up early to come here, To hear you play and to see you". I met a young...

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clara   down at the fourth street pub and grill most folks sat around the bar while one played to her hearts content wishing to someday become a star   clara tinkered on her beat-up steinway with whiskey glasses neatly stacked as her fingers found the waiting keys she poured out her soul where talent lacked   alternating softly between sharps and flats ebony and ivory and nothing...

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under a full moon night awakens magical fingers dancing across a keyboard enchanted stars, the trees, and blooms approach to appease their curiosity posted on March 30, 2025...

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