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The Piano (back to free-form) |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697
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The piano... I listen to it being played I want to play it I want to join the song But, no matter how I try I find myself off-key Off tune I would like to practice I know that I could do it If I just had the time... But time isn’t something That teenagers are meant to have So, I just listen I remember when I had the time And I could play beautifully Yes, beautifully I played Mozart, Brahms, Beethoven, And Bach... I loved Bach But I have no time for Bach now But maybe, someday Life will slow down And time will lend itself to me And I’ll be on key again I’ll join the song once again Playing, not listening To the piano "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Lovebug, This little poem has exposed a whole new side of you. You are a girl with many talents. I hope you do find time to keep music in your life. It is the sister of poetry. I love your poem And I love you Liz |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Excellent, love bug! There are players and there are listeners. Life's short. Be a player  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Little Poetic LoveBug~ What joy of remembrance this lilting tune. Many and many an afternoon perched on the bench of grandmother fair as she streched the ivory while I sang to the air. Then came the day that she said ... time to be a player instead. Oh, the joy that came to me as I pranced up and down the keys. Brahms, Bach and Old Beethoven the ivory danced with their names. Oh, the joy ... their music stirred, Oh, the joy no longer contained. If Grandma Wainwright could now hear me ... she'd say, "Tell her a player, she must be." *LoveBug ... thank you for the inspiration to write this little tribute to my Grandmother ... and make the time to be a player ... so others can listen. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz is right, music is the sister of poetry, or the brother---anyway they are born of the same passion...I play the piano, and there is really nothing like the kinship between the player and the instrament....be a player and a listener. Wonderful poem!! |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
LoveBug, Play on, I say, PLAY ON! I know exactly what you mean. I played up until the teenage years and then took 19 years off. YES, I am playing again. If you make the piano a priority, you will have the time. INclan |
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Tess Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 288Australia |
A lovely little poem and yes life rushes by at a frantic pace sometimes, but don't always leave everything for tomorrow, for then you will find tomorrow never comes "What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies." -Aristotle |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
You sound rather well tuned to me |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Liz, everything you say means a lot to me. Thank you Balladeer, thank you. Praises from such a wonderful poet mean a lot! Marge, I'm glad I wrote this poem so that you could be inspired to write such a beautiful one from it! Martie, thank you INclan, I'm glad that you play again Tess, you are very right! hoot owl, thanks! "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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