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The Piano |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The piano beckons like an old lover. With me, with me you were once enamored. My keys played your passion. Your fingers were my power. Remember when I was your master and you were my bright and shining star? You were only seven but your listening knew my value. The piano teacher with halitosis wilted your desire for lessons, you studied improvisation. I was your instructor. I took you to far-off places where you dreamed of quiet sweetness or the tumultuous falls of some neatherland. Your mother played a mean boogie. I was the bonding of you and she, two together on that bench, not the couch where Walter Cronkite was the captain or the massive table forking peas and strained conversation. You played your secret love on me My music filled the silence in you. Now words fill you up, enrapture you with their poetry. I am dusty and old, my strings are stretched, four keys have sunk onto themselves, you forget to polish me. I am the keeper of family photographs. With me, with me you were once enamored. My keys played your passion. Your fingers were my power. Play me again for old times sake. |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much! Well done! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, Interesting poem, enjoyed the read. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Watcher and Seymour, I can always count on you guys. Thanks for reading and comments |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Martie, you have become a 'must' read. Everything you have done has been excellent and this one especially so. You create beauty out of simplicity and make it look easy. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Balladeer, you just made my heart sing. Thankyou. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
The haunting music runs through my head. The piano teacher ... long dead. You stroke the keys of way-back-when ... Tomorrow I will 'tickle the ivory' again. Thanks for reminding me of the songs I learned at the piano ... so very long ago. ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Wow the memories. I still play when I get to my mom's. Which isn't often. But oh I love it, music runs through the soul. Get lost in the time of playing! Great one! |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Feels like I missed a lot, not knowing how to play the piano. I enjoyed reading this. : ) |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thankyou Marge Whte Dove for your memories. I'm glad to have brought back such pleasant ones. You could still learn to play Munda. |
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