Best Sheet Music Poems
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music
Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding
out of tune syncopation
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love
Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?
A vintage Martin parlor guitar gathers dust in the corner
A Brazilian rosewood grand rests
under bronze chandelier lights
long past glowing
Weathered romantic sheet music
adorns the broken piano bench
seemingly undisturbed for years
a little hazel hair girl peeps into this darkened room
the one Gram told her to steer clear
in fear her memories would disappear
Soft strumming echoes through the air
as the room comes to life
purples, yellows, and blues
dance off the piano keys
twirling and swirling with every strum
the two beats Waltz as if in love
She sits in wonderment
taking every beat in
dreaming of a Grandpa she never knew
and an endless love so true
Watching from afar Gram's tears trickle
as memories come to light
a small smile comes to the little girl's face
as Gram comes and hugs her tight
i never want to stop learning you
i hope i never get you down to a science
some days i am an engineer
i check your structure for flaws
and find none
i find myself marveling
at your architecture with my hands
tracing the curves
perfect, planned, and finite.
i did not make you what you are
you are a cathedral
built for me alone
to pray at.
i never knew god until
you touching me;
me touching you.
i am nearly fluent in you
i use words,
combinations of words
i form them
into sentences that i had never spoken
until i learned your correct diction.
the language of you quickly became
the language of us,
it is only you and i
with this particular dialect
our words put together
with effortless cohesion
form phrases so beautiful
i cannot tell if they are being
spoken or sang.
sometimes your love letters
are written in sheet music or maybe
thats how they seem to me.
everything about you reminds me
of a symphony.
it has been suggested to take my time
so i have.
loving you is not a four year degree
in fact
there is no definite end.or goal.
i am a life time student
at your discretion, my dear.
as long as i continue to learn,
i am yours.
today i learned
there are a minimum of 47 words
synonymous with love.
i am positive i will need more
in order to continue loving youk
Believe me I can play sheet music,
Please leave the television alone.
It’s that time of night again girl,
Come play with my metronome.
Let’s create our love music,
Girl don’t change the channel.
I can’t take my hands off you,
You know you’re my piano.
I go up and down your scale,
To find the right tone of key.
It’s an octave of pleasure,
And that key must be the ‘G’.
Or is it the middle ‘C’?
‘Cause Every Good Boy Does Fine.
You like it when I hit the B flat,
And play two hands at a time.
Chop sticks, twinkle twinkle little star,
Or Mary had a little lamb.
I’ll get any tune out of you,
From the maestro that I am.
Playing my piano, tickling the keys,
Bobbing my head to the bedroom beats.
This was our private session,
To create a sonata in the sheets.
Lyrics By Lin Lane
Seems like yesterday I watched your fingers
play the piano, and heard your music unfold.
In memories, the romantic vision of us lingers,
though love's symphony dulled like tarnished gold.
When we were together, you wrote for me,
songs you scored day and night to compose
of the passion between an oak and willow tree,
Lyrics sweet as the fragrant scent of a rose.
Chorus:
But your love wilted like a flower
whose leaves lie withered on the keys.
My heart is wounded and I've no power
to make the miserable ache inside of it ease.
Tender notes on sheet music, ripped and torn.
No longer sung for they bring pain and grief,
stabbing me like a rose's sharpest thorn.
From loss of yesterday's passion there's no relief.
Can time erase the memories I fear won't fade?
Traces of us and what use to be linger in me.
I sway as if slayed by a dagger, and I'm afraid
that from the ghost of you, I'll never be free.
Chorus:
Your love wilted like a flower
whose leaves lie withered on the keys.
My heart is wounded and I've no power
to make the miserable ache inside of it ease.
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Drums trying to maintain a certain beat
Guitars either strumming or singing
Violins studying their scales and arpeggios
The piano pouring out its player’s soul
Clarinets and flutes blowing out harmonies
A mesmerizing vocal cuts through
A white butterfly flutters freely
Basking in the building’s flowing melodies
Students rushing in and out of the cafeteria
Sheet music in their hands while eating
Leaves of variant colors fall from the trees
The wind blows in one direction
Compensating for the scorching hot sun
Taking turns as nature takes its usual course
Old friends reconcile and greet each other
Re-living past memories and narrating the present
Speaking of profound concepts within their discourse
Anyone overhearing may be left confused
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Many things happening all at once
Yet the resonant music remained unnerved
When I feel you
Emotion awakens the braille
Hidden within my body
Thoughts are embossed
Left behind are sounds of you
Like sheet music
That I never want to end
The concert Band
A work of reeds, air, and hands
Reading sheet music isn’t easy
And our uniforms are anti-sleazy
All instruments must be in tune and time
Otherwise we sound like a broken chime
The flutes sound sweet and dainty – like a fairy
A piccolo can go so high it’s scary
Our key of music is set in the key of C
When we are in tune we sound so pretty
Clarinets are reeded
When they squeak, earplugs are needed.
They play way too soft; you must strain to hear
And you have to be quite nearfor that my dear
Saxophones are loud, reeded, and sqeaky
Sometimes they can be quite spit leaky
Those sweaty neckstraps are almost like ties
You could wear it with a suit and look like one of those classy rich guys
Trumpets range in color - silver or gold
Their sound is quite bold
They have valves of three
And all the fingerings are quite easy
French Horns are very hard to play
Tis hard to get the note you want to stay
You have to put your hand in the bell
The smell is totally not swell
Then the oboe and the bassoon.
Oboe sound high and sqeaky, and the bassoon sounds like a loon
Both reeds are double and small
And they arent quiet at all
Percussion is the busiest part to every band
They dont use air or reed; they use thier hands
They keep the tempo for the most part of the time
All of the precussion instruments cost one thousand times a dime
Trombones are made of brass and a slide
If they're loud, your hearing is fried
Stand to close, you'll get hit
Ive heasrd that hurts quite a bit
Without the conductor. we wouldn't be a band
They can change tempo with a flick of a hand
They control everything; we bow to your wow
They tell us where to end and when to play now
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A musician played the waltz
So long ago... circling them... so blithely forgotten
Like and next one...
And sweeping them waltz in the eternity...
Gone all of a sudden... on canvas and all the paint had suddenly gone out
And definitely no one around...
Tunes all suddenly erased and forgotten waltz sheet music sounds...
A musician played the waltz...
But most of the chord in the heart does not bother...
And only in extinct, faded eyes
In tear... from smoke Nakata
Dancing under two... the waltz shaking... tears...
And the memory of the soul... heart and not eating...
17.12.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114121707770
Loving you is pricking my finger on a rose. And you baby, you shine so bright in the darkness. I almost lose myself in a garden of weeds then I think of you and it takes me back to the days when chivalry was present. Back in the days when I was afraid to lose the one who meant the most. You see, in all of the confusion I get lost in the intricate artwork that bends and twists lines, crossing over paths and doing the impossible to create perfection. Please know I’m talking about the red veins in your eyes, for I know of much heart ache you’ve been through. I see you as a calm wave in the Bermuda triangle, covered by myth and broken stories. I play you like sheet music going after high notes, never reaching my goal, but trying every time. If it makes me a bad person for wanting the best, then lock me in Davy Jones locker and look away when I sink to the darkness. Sometimes when I think of you, my heart wants to fall out of my head. I know you say that can’t be so, but I swear I put emotion into my logic. Pardon my rudeness, I don’t mean to offend thee but ‘God has given you a face and you make yourself another’ William Shakespeare. Don’t fret for I catch all of your rain drops into a nice bucket, then splash it upon the demons who wronged you and watch them burn in your holy water. Think of me as the remote to your TV, your wish is my command. But baby please, don't cry when I leave, I won't be there to hold the bucket.
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
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Do not be afraid, Dear Girl, my room’s right down the hall
At the back of the house where it’s quiet; a very pleasant room overall
You may if you prefer freshen up after our prolonged amble
And I want to examine the paw you twisted falling into that thorny bramble
I’m so sorry you hurt yourself as we made our way through the forest
You’re light as a feather to carry, there’s no reason to fuss or protest.
Here we are! All is ready, even a small repast if you wish
Wine-caressed baby artichokes, tender filet, and foie gras upon your dish
A rich espresso, a Portuguese ruby port or French champagne that is bliss
After we’ve dined we can play: I’m overcome you’re here I’m happy to say
Waiting for you to mature to be my accomplished and eager peer
Left I with no impatience or regrets let me make that clear
Playing with other ladies (often absolutely boring drills)
Helped perfect my performance; I do so want to dazzle you with my skill
Let me set you into a position where I can see and hear you the most
I’ve arranged the room perfectly to suit us I’m not embarrassed to boast
I’ll start slow, the prelude is gentle and brief; I’ll be keyed up waiting for you!
Place your lips upon your flute, my violin under my chin as we usually do
The music stands are a comfortable height; the sheet music will be easy to view
As we play together the exotic Raccatta Sonata I wrote especially for two
We will make music as no other have me and you!
I want you to touch me until
My ribs become piano keys and my
Lungs are filled with sheet music I
Want you to love the way that
Art fills my soul and blooms in
My head, I want you to hate
The way that I can't let go
I want you to touch me the way
That the crisp winter air suffocates
The corrupted inside air.
Oh how I fall in love
In love with the melodies
In love with the notes
In love with the songs
With your brunette braid
Hanging over your back
Your talented fingers
As they move over the flute
As you blow your Winter melodie
I feel the goosebumps rushing over me
With the perfection created in your sounds
I feel the peace within me
The notes flowing through the air
Your eyes focused on the Larggetto sheet
The rhythms of your body
As you turn over to your Allegro sheet music
The elegance of your body's posture
As your motion changes
According to your notes
Perfection from breath to breath
Love and passion
Overflowing from the instrument
As the notes on the pages magically
Become alive through your flute