The Keys That Create A Melody

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


My hands glide across the keys like ocean waves, always moving forward but in an unpredictable manner, the sound of one of Shostakovich's Preludes echoes throughout the rest of the house, the birds outside are silent, almost like they're holding their breath so I can complete the piece without interruption before they proceed with their joyous tunes and whistles, my heart beats faster as the end is approaching, I push forward gracefully before laying my hands upon the final chords, things conclude in a whoosh, and for 5 seconds everything is completely silent, then the birds begin where they left off and the squirrels join in, rustling the leaves about, carefully placing another score before me, I start again


Submitted: October 17, 2018

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