the pianist across the street
By WhoIAM
the piano
its open case
and intricate steel strings
felt hammers
its small black bench,
anxiously waiting in front of the ivory keys,
not the least bit pretentious
waiting for a amateur
to sit down
and drone out
a few familiar notes.
waiting for a Horowitz
perhaps
to take its seat
and bend ones perception of sound
and classical music
no matter,
here i am
this evening
sitting outside
of this girls apartment,
on a beat up porch
enjoying a comfortable cigarette
drinks on the way
christmas lights lining walls
blinking off
then on
listening to her neighbor
playing the piano
at first practicing scales,
then the pianist
shifted into a
flawlessly melancholy piece
which i can not adequately
describe
the notes
resonating
echoing
in the chill
october
breeze
Comments on "the pianist across the street"
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A former member wrote:
great imagery not my usual poem but i really enjoyed it
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A former member wrote:
beautifully played out. . .
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On Sunday, May 10, 2009, Mari
(419) wrote:
What girl?
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On Sunday, October 26, 2008, Revisable Retina
(81) wrote:
Oh my where have you been? Here is another outstanding write. I'm going to take my time reading Ur poetry because it's wonderful. Again where the hell are all the comments for this one? It's too awesome to overlook without leaving a tidbit. ^o^
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On Thursday, October 23, 2008, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
your prose such imagery to me.........well done
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A former member wrote:
...almost too perfect.