My Piano Man

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 15, 2012


I want a man who won't laugh
when I play him his own melody,
who will smile and not be able to
whisper-
gazing like under an enchantment,
a spell that has little to do with
mystery,
for nothing will be more lucid
than the way my fingers
stroke piano keys,
the way I dream of him
loving
me.

I want to be his one and only,
the one who he waits for
in the morning,
swiftly tracing the sun
along lined paper....
lingering on the golden glints
that echo my skin
and tying notes to look
more fuller, more stronger
when my face
ponders him.

And we'll live, ready to fly
like the chords that he
kisses between my eyelids-
for silence is the loveliest
when I am holding
who I believe to be
tireless,

because he doesn't need
a group of words
to keep him busy,
all he needs is his
black and white symphony
that is full of
language.

And that language is our own,
nobody can repeat or empty
its meaning,
for he plays music
only to let his soul
run like the river...
towards me.

June 15, 2012.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Darren

    The flow of this starts off great, however do you need the word magic in line 7?
    or the word piano in the last line in stanza 1? Like the imagery of tracing the sun.
    I like how you start of a little vulnerable, as the poem goes along your character seems surer of herself.
    that is full of a dreaming
    language.

    This little bit seems to stop the flow. "that is full of his dreamy language"
    or similar. (your poem not mine!!!only a thought)
    I like how he uses his piano to get right into your soul.
    And we'll live, ready to fly
    like the chords that he
    kisses between my eyelids-
    for silence is the loveliest
    when I am holding
    who I believe to be
    tireless,

    There are some fantastic lines in this stanza, "chords that he kisses between my eyelids"
    It's funny how sentences that don't really make much sense in the real world sit perfectly in poetry.
    Like how you portray the piano as singing to you, almost as if somebody singing along would ruin the moment.
    Very deep, liked it immensely.

  • 13 years ago

    by Bobby

    I just love that poem it g]could go for the dreams also of a guy for the girl in them.

    It is a beautiful poem 5/5

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