"Control"
It was a show of total control,
The way he performed was of utmost knowledge and carefulness.
He played the piano,
Like the sun shines in the sky.
And when you heard his sorrowful music,
You could feel the pain and emotion.
He presses the right key always on time,
Performing to a beat only he can hear.
He was always under total calamity,
Every time he touched a key.
He could feel every quiver of the instrument's beating heart,
And when his music filled the air,
It was like art work,
Pain and emotion.
I can only wonder
Who's behind the heartbreakingly sad melody?
What hurt him,
And crushed his soul?
His music pulses through me,
Fracturing my heart;
Though it distresses me so,
I can't pull away.
His symphony sends shivers down my spine,
And leaves me wanting more.
Because I can relate to the
Aching and sadness
Your music is inspired from,
And it strengthens me that
I am
Not
Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoesíaA book pf my poetry through my life, whether sad, happy, or even just numb... Please leave any comments, tips, or advice you would like to. Thank you so much for reading. This is dedicated to Joshua, Dan, and my siblings for the support~
