The ivory keys were cool to the touch,
Strumming out a soft melody
Of notes I've gotten
To know by heart.
The noise echoes off my blue living room walls
Ringing again and again,
In a crescendo of sounds
Bouncing off my eardrums once more.
A picture
Floats into my head,
Of a single spotlight
On a wooden stage
Masses of crowds filled to hear
The sounds of a massive Grand Piano.
But the picture fades from my mind
As the notes descend
Back into the quiet room,
Where nothing will hear them
Except for my blue living room walls.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
