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The Piano

Show me the dew from the morning's mist of rain.
It makes me cry, for it beauty is like a baby's lullaby.
Let the flakes of snow keep landing in my hands.
Show me where it sparkles, and lays upon the land.

All as the piano plays...

Show me where the music plays gently, and for miles heard.
Let me taste the blooms of paradise, and paint it against paisley skies.
Let me whisper to open the gates of wild daffodils blowing in the wind.
Show me where to touch it, and let me breathe it all in.

All as the piano plays a symphony...

Let me take a handful of spring to save in a jar.
And let the rain of feathers fill my quill with emotions.
A tear fed rose of enchanting mystique, follows the sky
Until the skies fall down on me, let the ink dry.

And the piano inspires me to write...

Show me a storm, let it have strikes of lightning and lavender clouds.
Let the notes move me, like a song of beating drums.
Show me its colors, and thunder, to be heard out loud.
Let it be the clouds have sliver linings to stir about in swirls.
And the stars with falling embers wisp around forming pearls.

And the piano plays a concerto...

Show me where the winds blow.
One way leads to everything, he says.
My eyes are open to there fullest.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
Heart is full of echo's, soft, and meek.

As the piano plays, "My Sweet Love"...

I will always love you, he says.
Specks of dust still dancing on the monings tide.
After a shower of brief summers rain.
I see all things never remain the same.

And still the piano plays...
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Submitted on August 21, 2014

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I've been writing since I was a kid...I enjoy putting thoughts onto paper it's like clearing out my mind. I'm not saying I'm good, but I try. Still I write, but the thoughts in my head get jumbled and it all comes out wrong. I know what I want to say, I hope it comes out that way. Anyway, I still write maybe to leave a little piece of me behind. Not here to cause trouble or be a hero. I am a kind person with a big heart and I only do what makes me feel good. Poetry happens to make me very happy and joyful. Sharing my most inner thoughts makes me a target it seems, with folks that don't like me. I assure I am not a hater, but I will stand up for myself for what's right and true. This site has made me feel like were all family and here for each other not a place to bicker and fight among us, but to enjoy each others work with respect and love. Please understand I am not here to cause problems, I am here for the same reasons you are. more…

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