Chapter 1
The sounds of the piano
Whistle sweet love sound
Through my veins,
As my blood inhaled the vibrate
Spirit of the hymn that surrounded
The room.
My heart raced into another lane of meter
Following the rhythmic organization
Of the lingering, perplexed-music-
Being transformed through black and white keys.
My mind ponder on the linguistic melody
Being played- unable to control my emotions
With the pianist. The strength of feelings
Pouring through the wall of the church-
Grasping anyone and everyone whose willing- to surrender-
Surrender to the arms of music-
Music is the content of my heart.
It’s the breathe I required to breath.
It’s the everlasting oxygen to my soul.
They took three steps forward,
Whispering their last goodbyes
As different arms stretch out-
I felt a cold, wet liquid drop on my face-
And closed the door to my past forever.
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PoetryThis a poem I started writing. I think I'm going to turn it into an epic story. I always wanted to do that. lol.. It's really a deep poem that takes several reading before you can catch the connotative meaning of it. It have several meaning, and it'...
