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The Piano Man

Vibrating; notes of luminescence.
Reverberating; around the room.
Keyed off measures,
temped melodies,
intricacies.

Dressed all in black,
performing for a hidden crowd,
his fingers slide off the keys,
then strike them again,
weaving dreams.

Impeccable white gloves,
protecting the ivory,
from grease, and dust,
his instrument,
like a hundred piped organ.

The finale note is played,
his spider-like fingers draw up,
then drop to his side.
He droops his head,
and stands.

As if lightening had struck nearby,
loud thunderclaps everywhere,
the lights flicker on,
he bows to the crowd,
no longer hidden.

He turns to his side,
smoothly moving his feet,
he glides off the stage,
his coattails whip the air,
the Piano Man is no longer there.

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Written April 8th, 2006

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  • scheye1
    February 4

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    I really like this one. is it of you. I could really visualize the lines, "He droops his head,
    and stands"
    it makes me sad, but in a way I can relate


  • R S Adams Jr silver member
    April 18, 2006
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    maestoso

    Wonderful. I play the piano and I have posted a short story about the piano man who plays like you have written. I feel the emotion in your poem and I feel the crescendo coming as the piano man nears the end of his piece. I am so glad I read this and I am so glad the crowd loved it, as it is full of emotion and imagery. Well done.
    Edited on Apr 18, 7:57 because ''.

  • penman gold member
    April 17, 2006
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    Excellent

    This was wonderful and very descriptive. A great and skillful write. Truly vivid for the mind.
  • Swimmer-Girl
    April 11, 2006
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    I really like this poem It's def. not an amature. It has a lot of expilnation inside of it and it means a lot to me . awesome job!!

  • ShadyLass
    April 10, 2006
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    You're welcome. Music is my other outlet as well. Even if I did give up the instruments for now, I always stuck with singing.
    ~Amanda~
  • ProdigalPoet
    April 8, 2006
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    Thanks, no one has ever said that to me... I appreciate it. Music is my only outlet besides poetry.

  • ShadyLass
    April 8, 2006
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    You always captivate me with your poetry, and this is no exception. It makes me long for the days when I used to be in an orchestra. I played the cello, flute, recorder, and these little bells that are just so beautiful. Unfortunately once I graduated from the school with which I was in the orchestra I didn't keep up with those instruments, plus at the time my family couldn't afford keeping up with the cello renting payments. I can afford it now, so one day soon hopefully I plan to take up the cello again. Okay I'll stop rambling now so I can go eat dinner.
    ~Amanda~

    Edited on Apr 08, 9:39 p.m. because 'Typo. Go figure.'.
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