Just Play The Notes

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It is that precious time of day
The notes' private Show and Tell

I am the liberator
who brings them out of deep slumber
The piano thunders with emotion
as little black marks on paper
join hands in festive celebration

They cry, they laugh, they sigh
As trained fingers trace their souls
speak the universal language
and release the euphoric spirit within

Sixteenth notes race to the finish line
It is a Rhapsody in Blue, a Concerto in Red
an explosion of color and sound
all senses heighten to dizzying splendor

Hands collide in excitement
Pages rip off their hinges
Notes spill on the floor like ants
Immortalized in black and white

I am a madman
possessed by a demon
Sweat pours as heart pounds
No one but me and the notes exist

"Just play the notes" I tell my students
but it is a deep deception
For that moment in time that seems forever

---they play me





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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
On 4...

I have never read a more lyrical description of playing an instrument than this poem. It is so true ~ we don't play the music - the music plays us. What a delightful way to capture the Elusive - the Beautiful.

TzaraTzaraover 18 years ago
Ah, music!

I sometimes wish I could play at least four chords on my guitar. I envy you.

"Notes spill on the floor like ants" is a great line, by the way.

sweet GA peachessweet GA peachesover 18 years ago
I COULD ...

feel the text as it spun

across the page,

leaving notes alive

playing in my head,

and the last verse ,

... a chorus,

of AWE.....

-sGp-

champagne1982champagne1982over 18 years ago
i can hear

the notes tinkling as they fall off the page, over the ivory and down to the pedals, sustained for that breathless moment

and fall.

Carrie

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
Really good

I enjoyed the reading!

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