Love, Your Piano! Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Love, Your Piano!

Rating: 4.8


Love, when you play,
Your piano hits a chord
Tremendously as melody
Inspiring my veins,
To sprout light into life
Down deep beaming my heart.
How dove-dear and rose-rich
Is that music, content
To convey me to Eden,
More sun-like and fay-like
Ever than my soul can embrace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ahtivah Lawton 26 October 2009

such a calming poem..excellent choice of words and thoughts were neatly penned in a very organzied fashion..i am writing a peice that is similar to this peice..i will b sure to send it to u to read

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Lalitha iyer 27 October 2009

Wonderful........every chord striken is every beauty unveiled..........

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Elsee Daniel 27 October 2009

you have presented a wonderful poem.....very good diction 10+

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Rajkumar Mukherjee 27 October 2009

Dear Obinna, Thanks for your invite. loved the line - 'as melody Inspiring my veins, sprout light into life'=== That's what is melody and why the piano will listen to your fingers unless you love him? It seems you are in love with music. Rated high. Request you to visit my site and comment and rate my poems posted recently. Rajkumar

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Awesome! It made me feel relaxed with the melody this poem brought to my senses. I agree with Rajkumar I also love those lines. Thanks for sharing. best regards, jdh

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 March 2019

Piano hits a chord. Through tremendous melody this touched life. Soul embraces with great dignity. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10

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Edward Kofi Louis 15 March 2016

To sprout light into life. Nice work.

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Craig Steiger 23 May 2010

yes the piano gives wings to our soul, doesn't it? ? ? nicely done.

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Uchenna Nnodum 16 January 2010

love placed side by side with music...the music of a loved one.the tune of melody heard from a loved one.A nice poem Obinna

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Liz Annson 13 December 2009

A flute of air whistles through my lips I cannot understand the flow of ivory Silver is all my fingers know A beautiful poem, it conveys the beauty of making music

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