The Emotionalist Pianist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This piece of poetry was submitted into a school contest, and it was a winner! Hope you like it!

Submitted: January 17, 2017

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The Emotionalist Pianist

 

The words that could not seem to pass her lips,

Would flow like a river in the way her fingertips,

Caressed the keys on the piano.

 

The way her eyebrows drew together,

With tears brimming her eyelids,

One could see the struggle of emotion she was going through,

The only cover she took for her pain was in the way she played,

Strumming her hands across the notes,

Her eyes speculating every little beat and rhythm.

 

The fear and resentment that she felt towards the others,

All poured out through her fingertips when she lost herself in the ivory of the keys,

The piano was her lifesaver,

The only thing she could talk to without actually having to speak a single word.  

 

So now, we wonder why this young pianist felt such resentment and fear,

To the ones who were happy and without a doubt succeeding in many things she could not?

My dear audience, this young pianist had much sorrow locked away in her past

Only waiting to be unlocked,

But always waiting,

Lurking in the back of her mind like a twitching claw waiting for an itch to scratch.


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