- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Just Play The Notes
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Click hereIt is that precious time of day
The notes' private Show and Tell
I am the liberator
who brings them out of deep slumber
The piano thunders with emotion
as little black marks on paper
join hands in festive celebration
They cry, they laugh, they sigh
As trained fingers trace their souls
speak the universal language
and release the euphoric spirit within
Sixteenth notes race to the finish line
It is a Rhapsody in Blue, a Concerto in Red
an explosion of color and sound
all senses heighten to dizzying splendor
Hands collide in excitement
Pages rip off their hinges
Notes spill on the floor like ants
Immortalized in black and white
I am a madman
possessed by a demon
Sweat pours as heart pounds
No one but me and the notes exist
"Just play the notes" I tell my students
but it is a deep deception
For that moment in time that seems forever
---they play me
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 18 years agoI have never read a more lyrical description of playing an instrument than this poem. It is so true ~ we don't play the music - the music plays us. What a delightful way to capture the Elusive - the Beautiful.
Tzaraover 19 years agoI sometimes wish I could play at least four chords on my guitar. I envy you.
"Notes spill on the floor like ants" is a great line, by the way.
sweet GA peachesover 19 years agofeel the text as it spun
across the page,
leaving notes alive
playing in my head,
and the last verse ,
... a chorus,
of AWE.....
-sGp-
champagne1982almost 20 years agothe notes tinkling as they fall off the page, over the ivory and down to the pedals, sustained for that breathless moment
and fall.
Carrie
Anonymousabout 20 years agois filled with wonderful visual images and builds so that I hear the music and the musician's frenzy until he is overtaken by the music. Beautiful take on art and creativity though I think you should take out some of the parts that say how you feel and just let those images work the poem for you. It would be even stronger then.
