- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Vessel
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
When she does not know
I hide behind the door
And listen to her play
I do not want her to know I’m there
I don’t want her to play differently
To play for me
She does that all the time
With an audience to honor me
Or alone to romance me
And almost every time she plays
In secret she glances at me
And only I can hear her
But when she is alone
I feel her through the piano
Even then she may play for me
At times but not always
Her sound is sweetest when genuine
Because she could feel no obligation
At other times she plays for a lost lover
Or a friend from childhood
Sometimes her parents
Or even a great crowd
From a long passed night in the Village
On occasion her siblings
I never mind
When it is not about me
Be it the dead past
Or the living present
But sometimes she plays
To something I don’t know
It is then I’m resentful
Hurt and confused
But more than all
I pity her
And wish that I could help
Wish I knew her well enough
- COMMENTS
