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When all the noises around me are still,
I most clearly hear the voices in my head
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
Of melodies churning in my mind until
They find pleasure in my fingers instead,
When all the noises around me are still.
My fingers race across the keys in a trill,
Sometimes when I am asleep in my bed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
At the pianoforte, in my dreams, fulfill
The sonatas in the right key my soul bled,
When all the noises around me are still.
I hear the applause of an audience till
An encore plays over and over, I am lead
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
As I cannot seem to get ovations to fill
My heart and soul are insatiably fed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill
When all the noises around me are still.
Written November 21, 2022
YIN AND YANG
They had so much in common; they made the perfect match.
She was his ideal woman, he was a perfect catch.
He played the pianoforte, she played the violin.
A duet made in heaven, a musical Yang and Yin.
All this was fifty years ago, they’d have been together yet.
But they lived in different countries and never even met
2nd May 2022
Bite size poem No. 43 poetry contest
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Elegant portico columns, fireplace frame
Fronting tasteful, demure white walls
Rich browns -- pianoforte, armchair
Muted ostentation, classicism bespoken --
the eye startled, struck
by the clear glass vase
on the mantel
stems ascending
to bold-green leaves
slightly upturned
as are firm, youthful breasts
topped by brilliant bursts
of pink-streaked flowers
panorama
A rich rusty old screw on an escalator in a shopping centre can never really be as exact as a tidal wave forming with over fifty prawns playing in an elevator. For elevators are really lifts and lifts are only ever given to tiny turtles with placards standing on a roadside facing west. It is not a given right to stand on a roadside turning for the five hundred million and fifty one thousand four hundred and eighty-three yellow bugs would rise, jump and push out of the way anyone who dares to interrupt a sleeping stretch of pavement. But pavements are pathways and pathways can play pianoforte on about the times it takes to travel down and up and through the fields. Tinkle tinkle then. Said the passing tribe of wheels. We are wheels and we spin. Look. Look how interesting we are to watch. Inside inner informational interference ignites interesting ideas. And a free house is a gift for a one-off party of piccolos in long silky kimonos. Laughing. Haha the hammer is giggling at the drill given by the spanners. Hahaha leaping over the cooker and barbecues. Xxxxx stalagmites Z Z Z Z ample apples amongst apes ate appropriate aromatic atoms.
Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or fast forwarded and thus the array of Catlett is a sight to behold. Oh look what is passing it is a windsurfing hedgehog in a daring wave leaping competition with the forty eight frogs nine willows and fortuitous and sturdy smiling oak tree. Python pulling playing pianoforte pleasingly. Hahaha dramatisation *** 1 2 3 4 5 dance dance dance xxxxx good *** ha ha ha ***
Twenty six metres of a thunderous clap multiplied by an octave divided by an individual sunrise equals the power of a dusky sky dome. When the exact position of a cat is on an angle always use the viewfinder. As viewfinders are often rewound or fast forwarded and thus the array of Catlett is a sight to behold. Oh look what is passing it is a windsurfing hedgehog in a daring wave leaping competition with the forty eight frogs nine willows and fortuitous and sturdy smiling oak tree. Python pulling playing pianoforte pleasingly. Hahaha dramatisation *** 1 2 3 4 5 dance dance dance xxxxx good *** ha ha ha ***
Tenderly the ivory keys call to me.
Their vibrating octaves like different voices
soft and hypnotic, drawing from me
the deepest yearning of my heart overtaking
my senses....helpless against its intoxicating
melody. Sweetly the notes swell, filling me,
lifting my spirit from its solitary place. With
each push of the keys the hammers strike a
chord deep within. Waves of inexpressible
emotion sweep over me enchanting,
and mesmerizing they carrying my
soul Heavenward.
I built a house for Harmony
with twine and polished tree,
with bricks of black and ivory:
four score and five plus three.
The hammered home I made for her
had ne'er been built before:
its roof revealed the inner walls,
and silver lined its floor.
Her other homes were much too small:
I speak of brass and wind--
and strings had hardly room at all
to house her sound within.
Percussion seemed to suit her needs;
'twas favorable in size.
Alas, it too was rather bland
to both the ears and eyes.
I built for dearest Harmony
a house she'd ne'er detest,
with depth and versatility,
with volume and finesse.
She showed her joy and gratitude
each time she used her keys.
I'd knock upon her noted door,
and she would sing for me.
Sans a symphony
And no opera for for he,
Each day he would play
His pianoforte,
Note perfectio his only way.
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