Pianist Poems - Poems about Pianist

'greatest' is just a title that cannot take away your pain I saw a pianist, his eyes raging with fire in pain he had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his veins playing the piano's ivory keys with passion, pushing the limits, pouring his heart into melody only for his fingers to bleed, painting the white keys red...

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Being handsome alone is not important. Having talent is. Quote by poet. Bewitched, her fingers flew, keys pressed, sound vibrated song sang assonance in perfect pitch. He tried, he fumbled, closed his ears, a cacophony of vulgar barbarism. He remembered standing up disgusted, turning, looking in a mirror, a nauseous narcissus. He could not help but admire his sapphire eyes, the...

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His voice has a face; It has features of its own. It gazes deep into my eyes and delves deep into my soul. His voice is a smooth ocean breeze On a bright sunny summer day: Fresh, fluffy, and dreamlike, Sweet as a whisper of sunshine. His voice is a pianist Studying the keys of my heart. It blazes against my skin, And freezes me all...

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It was said that he had overlarge hands, laborer's hands, yet when he played eagles swam up waterfalls. No one knew where the music came from or the dexterity of those thick fingers. Slavic ghosts would weave and spin all night getting those finger-webs ready to spread far across a difficult score. Rachmaninov had a strong piano, unlike Beethoven, who occasionally broke his less stout keyboards. Beethoven's indominable will cut...

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Strangers but loved aged pianist's hands don't die in silence... ...

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This blind pianist can see or not see, His plan was to collect cash and flee, His hands can play piano on a free, He could sense the encircling tree. Pianist meets a girl through an accident, She gets to know he was an job aspirant, But never could catch the fake ambient, The pianist was smart and very resilient. He saw...

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I am attracted by Virtuous notes A capable sound From a Steinway & Sons grand piano A mighty orchestra Unknown melodies A child prodigy at the keyboard A Gift of Peace The hammer that strikes golden strings Of a grand piano. Bravo. Hurrah. A Laurel, a performance hardly heard Attentive spectators rejoice The vaults of the concert hall Reflect corpulent sounds Gershwin’s Allegro or Lento 'Scherzo Con Brio' without hardship The child...

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"CONCERT PIANIST 2" Shhhh! Quiet!!!! Listen!!! Can you hear her? Can you see her sitting there? Sitting in the mist of darkness, surrounded by a sea of pain from yesterdays gone by? Can you see her as she positions her fingers? As she adjusts her soul, focuses her mind, and tapes into the the very essence of her...

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He'd practised all day with his Mummy A tune for his Daddy's delight. His soft little fingers were aching From trying to get it just right. He gave it his full concentration Determined to master the tune Expecting that his darling Daddy Would be coming home very soon. His Mummy had guided his fingers He'd felt for each note one by one, She'd sat by...

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Shhhh! Quiet!!!! Listen!!! Can you hear her? Can you see her sitting there? Sitting in the mist of darkness, surrounded by a sea of pain from yesterdays gone by. Can you see her as she positions her fingers? As she adjusts her soul, the very essence of her being? Shhh!!! Listen!!!! Watch!!!! Look!!! As she lifts her...

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Old pianola and still standing tall, one hundred years old against the bearing wall. Waiting silently for tender loving care, an instrument or household ware? Heavy to play and hurts her hands, yet it still quietly commands ... to be played- a note, a bar, a piece, for hammers and strings are yet to cease. Missing keys and keys not level, though soldiers on...

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Another Sunday evening at the street-corner next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean The solo pianist with desert-lime eyes sits once-again on the piano chair. His hair,a Honeysuckle-brown with a salt and pepper tint sways in the summer breeze under the old wrought iron street-lamp. Passers-by gather in a crowd and listen to symphonic sounds. Like on those many yesterdays when She...

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Dedicated to my MOM ~~~ PIANIST EXTRAORDINAIRE ~~~~~~~~ ...

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Beneath a starlit sky of an early tranquil night A solo pianist sits in the middle of a quiet valley A lost swan,waddles by in a forbidden lake Seeking reflections as moonbeams cast their glow upon the lone man's silhouette. 'Pull off your mask ' He heard her say as She glided towards him in a smooth and graceful way. ''I need to see what lies behind those once...

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pianist sits still; blood flowing down keys going off-key...

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