Pianist


She plays me like a baby grand
Pounding my keys with a profound delicacy
The melodies that are her thoughts dance around me like dandelion tufts
Comforting me and bringing me to dizzying heights

Her pedals are my lungs
With every inflection or emotion she squeezes the air from me

And yet
Among the harmonious crescendos
There are streaming screaming discords

Had I the knowledge of the future
I would see the end of this
Had I anything but the barest knowledge of her music
I would know my fate

Because you see I know the dangers of loving a pianist
They bent the very world with their souls

And she is no different
Because she plays me like a baby grand
Pounding my keys with a profound delicacy

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One thought on “Pianist

  1. i have such a hard time with poetry…written by anyone…so dont feel bad..explain what you were thinking when you wrote this

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