POWER OF THE IVORIES
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I wrote this poem as a remembrance of my mother. Even when macular degeneration and diabetes took her eyesight, she continued playing her beloved piano. I often sat adjacent to her, watching her arthritic fingers dance pirouettes across the 88 ‘blacks and whites,’ lost in creativity and the music. Her pain temporarily dissolved, and she was at peace in her musical heaven, soulfully content.
She walks into the empty room
and sits down on the stool;
her heart engulfed with grief and gloom
from life that has been both kind and cruel.
She knows that she must persevere
though things seem dark and grey;
then wipes away a single tear
as she begins to play.
Familiar music soon takes flight,
her sorrows start to lift;
and so she plays into the night
and feels the music’s gift.
At last, she plays a soft reprise
and feels her gloom depart;
true solace found in ivory keys
That mended her broken heart!
I used to look to you,
and saw my baggy
of my darkness
but your humor
and I saw me in you,
never so strangers,
until a facade,
in my deepest
of fears
not of a mirror,
but swollen
eyes
left behind my dangers
and troubling,
fading
and I never wished it.
but those blue eyes
won't so call denial
escapee of the fleet,
of a falling harrowing,
spades so deadly
and
we tread
around
broken
glass....
simple
piano keys,
heart
may
be faster
as you
grow warmer,
with simplicity
And lost,
are
the tones
or estranged
and now dust
are worshiping
at Sunday's mass....
smiles so troubling.
Soul my soul in me
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
~
Ivory cares;
Level yes;
Heartbeats in chest;
Soul my soul breathe;
Rainbow colors black and white,
Embraced colors ivory black N white;
Lovers of melodies prominent
~
Lo! music love vocals of heart;
Rhapsody imparted elephants march;
She played the chords of voice;
The band levied the coarse;
Touching all the keys;
Melody
~
Black and white keys
Dominate, the Rapsody
Celestial Holy energy
I receive huggINGly
Abreast and believingly
Beautiful Aesthetics Oneness in
Matter oneness is spirit for we are
Above all things,
Glorious harmonies, we sing
Piano Keys
she plays
night notes
they fly
so high
this tune
moves us
hands click
on keys
speak truth
two hearts
souls sing
doves coo
clouds clap
moon muse
onyx sky
join her
as one
the jazz
swoons all
breath bond
black wax
white flames
on top
blow out
April 12th 2012
Up the ladder to a place
Show me the way
Lead me to piano swing
Rhythm light into music rise
Inspire me
Set the night tone of music
Piano keys with the touch here and there
Suddenly a ballet coming together
Oh yeah JAZZ
Stepping from Midtown to Uptown
Harlem ways
Entertainment like no other
Music intensifying the moment
Desire
Excuse me Young Lady
Sing like Billie Holliday
Move like Tina Turner
Be confident like Patti LaBelle
Ivories take control
Prove to all the dancers and lovers
Bring in the flavor of Then and Now
Excitement of oh wow
Piano shine
Talent combined
Open up
The dance floor needs an overture
Drink up
Entertainment every night
Piano Spotlight
All eyes
Play all night
Mellow and slow
Dancers being close
Lovers with a score
Don’t want the night to end
Piano setting the right Blend
Piano dreams
A could be
The club lights are slowly dimming
A night’s end
Goodness done
Pass me a cigarette and light up
Good Morning
How was your night?
Jazzy thought
All that Jazz
I pulled the cold and old electric Glarry piano
out the closet and make happy music again;
this one was the sensational joy of Claudio,
he played it until he was tired and laid down!
The first thing he'd do is to attune to his feeling,
he'd sit down and play the Fifth of Bethoven;
nothing ever bothered him, he kept on going:
perfection wasn't something hard to attain!
Dusting off these piano keys with a dampened rag,
I treat it gently, leaving no visible smears but shine;
oh, an attempt to play it incites temptation to brag!
Would nostalgia be emotional and utterly sublime?
This piano was wrapped for twenty years in a white sheet,
ignored and forgotten by me to deny my sorrow until now;
my music was heard two blocks away, it delighted Juliet:
she gladly came around, applauded and cried somehow!
Dusting off these piano keys once flicked by fingers that loved life,
this idle mind will create new melodies to whisk away all boredom;
I have endured enough desolation, don't I desperately need freedom
to break away from a long winter with days without warm sunshine?
I crave your ivory touch
on my fingertips as I feel
my way out of this darkness
into the world of melodic sound.
tuneless piano
silently singing
the truth of silence.
broken keys fallen
in the rounding path
of stiff ticking clock.
sun of love once perched
fingering the hearts
joined the joke of life.
Straight and calm sitting to commence
Cherishing breath slow and content
See See See mind lightly still open in sequence
Poised above the flat reality of execution intent
Fingers in air hands forged to perfection
Existing invincible imagining infinite resonance
Strike Strike Strike in soft flare exhilaration
Passionate swaying in time diffuse profound brilliance
Resound in echo and reign through air into soul
From solid white and black transform surrounding tune
Fly Fly Fly seizing challenge ringing true playing whole
Commanding harmony thriving mastery freely strewn
Life is full of the strangest things
unlike the black and white stripes on the piano keys.
Yet it must be taken with ease.
One day at a time seems like a breeze
but life aint no crystal stairs, mom use to tease.
Yet in the midst of the journey, the Creator has planted seeds.
Seeds that will germinate indeed.
Only to shine the fruits darkness wish to heed.
The devil is a liar, it's easy to preach
unlike the notion that cold is the absence of heat which isn't easy to seize.
Why complicate matter when it already is?
Amazing melodies composed on the piano keys.
Let life be, says Dave Keyz
one key does not a melody make
combined they may scale heaven’s gate
~*~
Note: For Rick Praise's "The Piano, A Single Crystalline" Contest
May be revised..if I can go take a much needed rest!
my hands on the piano keys
reading my only music piece
emotions spelt in the melody
soothing me from shedded tears
one has to come and go
have to play the broken chord
yesterday was filled with fantancy
today wat a reality
i wish it wud never end
questions live me paralysed
creating some kind of symphony
answers are a mystery
a heartache i hope to bear
i wish i cud live in the sky
the sharps,the flats,the chords
the trills,the crescendos
leading to a cantata
then back to a beautiful sonata
i feel like beethoven
without them music cannot exist
without the ups and downs
the value of life doesnt exist.
Oh such tragedy!
Murdered for a piano-
Regal elephant.
A. Green