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The Piano Girl

November 15, 2011
By welcometoplanetearth SILVER, Devon, Pennsylvania
welcometoplanetearth SILVER, Devon, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
-W. Somerset Maugham

In a forest of notes
Like small little trees
She plays them out loud
On white ivory keys
Like tiny ballerinas
Jumping like beans
She plays the piano
Her fingers, the lead
The piano, so glossy
Professionally shined
The notes ring out loud
Tuned oh-so-fine
The sound echoes out
All through the hall
Bouncing off windows
Carrying through walls
Like celebrating church bells
Or a victory parade
The warm melody
Is never replayed
In that hall of windows
One white ivory keys
The piano just sits
But the spirit never leaves

The author's comments:
When I was at writing camp over the summer, there was a girl who could play the piano better than anyone I'd ever head. I wrote this in a hall with a piano while she was playing. She refused to play again.

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Ayyad BRONZE said...
on Jan. 24 2012 at 10:20 pm
Ayyad BRONZE, Harvey, Louisiana
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I love This poem!! It is very unique! I am surprised I am the first to comment!! I would love to hear your opinion on my first and only poem! Check it out!