Piano Key Poetry

That note you wrote me, months ago
Still screams at forte in my ears
It causes me to slur my voice
Until it is legato
Because you cut the chords;
Staccato.
But if I had a choice
I'd whisper in piano
As I wrote you in return.
I'd tie us back together
And twist back incomplete measures
I'm not sure how I'd shape the phrase
But there wouldn't be a doubt
That it would be a natural sign
That would lead us to crescendo
Out of this diminuendo.
You never meant to lose your tempo
It was simply a sharp sign
Of another bad momento.
I know we'd move ritardando
As I'd play you the piano
Just like we were before
I'd smile ivory
And we'd read poetry
And play out how it used to be

I like it.

You see, I am a big fan of music, and I've played the piano for seven years, so I like it!!

I liked it. Wonderful!
It brought back horrible memories of music lessons though. Do you think you can get post-traumatic-stress disorder from being in the school band?

Don't mean to offend there Emma,

But that piece of work has to be right up there with early McCall and Ted Egan.

DR PLODMANSTEIN

yeeees, McCall - one of the time plodders of poetry.

yeeees, McCall - one of the time plodders of poetry.