Monday, September 03, 2007

soundless applause---Monday Poetry Train

he plays the piano
deftly with his long fingers;
each key contains a bit of his soul.
lyrics comes from his heart-

strumming notes akin
to tinkling water from a spring.
rhythm fills in the gaps-

gaping within his mind.

with his eyes closed

senses attuned to the task,

he plays as if until eternity.

shutting out the world.

melodies dance into air

resonating with time.


"space is left alone with soundless applause."

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28 comments:

poefusion said...

First comment? Wow, I was able to do this twice today. Anyway...

Your poem is beautiful and I especially like this poem because I used to play the piano myself. I still try to occasionally but, I am very rusty now. Thank you for the trip down memory lane. I enjoyed my stay.

Have a nice day.
Michelle Johnson

T.A.Chase said...

Wonderful poem, Gautami. I especially like the ending. :)

Anonymous said...

How magical the music runs with poetry

Nasra

Anonymous said...

I can so see him sitting at his piano. I wish I could hear his music.

Melodies dance into air
resonating with time.

Sparky Duck said...

magical way to paint such a simple task

Amy Ruttan said...

Great imagery. Beautiful poem Joy.

Amy Ruttan said...

Sorry I meant to add before Joy that it brought me Joy. Oy.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I can see his hands poised to play, his fingers on the keys.

Lovely.

Btw, have linked to both YOUR sites as well (this one to my main blog, bookblog to bookblog)...and my mother (MX-Susan of Mexico Musings) says she really likes your writing.

Is the poetry train a private thing, or can anyone play?

charleneteglia said...

I can almost see him at the piano. Vivid!

Jill said...

I just like the connexion that you put between the piano and water. I can almost see and hear the piano playing...
And thank for the comment you post on my entry. I had a doubt it was not well translated yesterday, and I guess it show!!

kenju said...

Thanks for the visit, Gautami.
Ah, but I DO read poetry, and I like this one very much. As a former piano player, I know how it is to have every key contain a bit of your soul. Very nice!

Lisa Andel said...

I agree with TA, though this line really struck me, as well:

"each key contains a bit of his soul."

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

*blissful sigh*

Yes. That's it. The power and seduction of music.

Anonymous said...

each key contains a bit of his soul.

This always the case for musicians isn't it?

Anonymous said...

Wonderful poem. I can see it vividly in my mind. I haven't heard of monday poetry train, so I'll definitely checking it out. Thanks.

Btw, I've added you to my links too :)

polona said...

wow, beautiful! i can almost hear the music...

Keshi said...

wow Gautami great writing!

Keshi.

Unique Designs from Zazzle said...

nothing like a good pianist to mesmerize the soul

Ann said...

Beautiful poem, lovely imagery. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Julia Phillips Smith said...

"rhythm fills in the gaps-
gaping within his mind"

I love that! Perhaps because I always seem to have my own soundtrack playing in the back of my mind. Add the storylines going through my head, it's a wonder I make any sense at all when I'm speaking to someone...

Rhian said...

like most others i loved the line of the keys containing a piece of his soul = very nice description of how the artist and the tool to create the art meld into one beast.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love this one!
"he plays the piano
deftly with his long fingers;
each key contains a bit of his soul." - I know this so well.

floots said...

oh yes
this one feels so right
i'd go and sit on the hill and play now
(no - not the piano) :)
but it's raining
loved it
thank you

Rethabile said...

yeah, jam on. Nice.

sage said...

Wow, what a beautiful poem--so many great lines

dsnake1 said...

i can hear the music in this.
good one, gautami!

Sherri B. said...

Beautiful...you caught the spirit of his playing so perfectly.

lissa said...

how lovely, like musical notes