Poem: Piano

[liv]

Piano



I am ivory and ebony. I am her sanctuary.

She takes meticulous care of me and I, in turn,

Reward her by proudly sounding my taunt strings.

Light from a high window illuminates my shiny black surface.

Admired by all that see and hear me,

I soothe sorrow and frustration with a few melodious tones.

Through concertos and ballads,

My heart soars with the lithe fingers of my soul mate.



But time passes quickly. My elegant airs gradually cease.

She visits me for the last time, with a sorrowful look in her eye.

I am silently covered with cloth, and wait patiently for nothing.

I gather dust; my delicate strings grow brittle with disuse.

My keys ache for exercise; and grow weaker with each moment.

Then the darkness ends. My confining cloth is stripped away.

I am suddenly caressed by a new set of slender, young hands.

My future holds promise, like the dawning of a new day.



The style of this poem was inspired by Sylvia Plath's poem "Mirror", which I highly recommend.

 

[third man girl]

My future holds promise, like the dawning of a new day.

I like it, Liv. A poem, a story, which rises and drops and lifts with a happy ending.
Reminds me of a little boy who found his father's old violin, in a dusty attic, long after his father had walked out the door. But that's a whole other story . . . Anyway. That's why I liked it!

Third Man Girl

 

[h_carnahan]

Its beautiful, it reminds me of the story The Giving Tree in some ways, the way that an inanimate object tells the story. I'm sure my piano feels the same way...

 

[Salvaged]

I am silently covered with cloth, and wait patiently for nothing.

I gather dust; my delicate strings grow brittle with disuse.

Great characterization! I would like to have a conversation with this piano!
No, but seriously, nice descriptive words!