Hope
The music carries you away
the pounding of the keys
with the tempo, the beat-
contradicts your feelings
the composer playing smiles
as the keys compress and bounce back with a note-
a note of sorrow, despair, hope, and happiness
one little note can change the tide of a song
and one little song can begin a revolution
the audience grows tense as the composition reaches it's high point
the composer readies and releases a flurry of notes
finally a ping as the last note is released
then silence-
the audience is gone replaced by the music's message
applause rings out from everyone-
the smallest child right to the oldest man
emotions paint the faces of the listeners
and the composers own tears fall on the instrument
each person depict what they saw
and what they saw depicts them
soon the audience files out
only leaving the looks of longing behind
what was seen
what was heard
is a story for each to tell
the composer sits with the instrument
and slowly her fingers glide across the black and white keys
what she saw, what the piano rang out-
the music gave its own meaning
and by doing that
the piano in its music
the composer with her tune
together made something beautiful
something other than music
they made hope...
Copyright © Bella Holt | Year Posted 2017
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