The Piano Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Piano
The Ivory World,
Of white and black magic,
The Keys, melodies,
Emotions abound,
A language that speaks,
Alone to the Soul,
Of feelings so deep,
That you can't control,
A Titanic feat,
The fingers complete,
The sounds are unique,
No words are now needed,
The melodies speak.
Just had to read this one since one if my joys is my daughter's playing. Read mine - O Dearest Love - Adeline
'A language that speaks, Alone to the Soul, Of feelings so deep, That you can't control, ' This language soothes, this language comforts, this language awakens, this language connects. 'No words are now needed, The melodies speak.' You need to have a heart, and the right ears, to listen to the melodies.
The piano is a beautiful instrument, especially when Rachmaninov, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky etc are played upon it. God one Sandra.
The tickling of ivory keys so satisfying when serenading the soul. Poets are the piano players of written verse. Thank you for your very kind comments, I will venture deeply into your writing...with pleasure to be discovered along the way. Have a wonderful evening...enjoy the lyrics of your life. PEACE
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4/26/2024 11:52:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Awesome! Since you wrote this poem, you must have a place somewhere for music. Do you like Johannes Brahms? Perhaps you could listen to hi Trio in B Major. It's absolutely... scintillating. Anyways, a blissful poem, and keep writing!