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Feb. 8th, 2002 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzI cant get the piano out of my head. No-one ever played for me like that. I mean, not ever. Not on guitar or anything. I can still see his fingers gently stroking the keys as if asking them to make sound. I never knew I was this romantic. I even wrote poem about it.
Inspired
My hands lift and twist
My fingers force the tone
My guitar sings the tune
I want it to.
Your hands dance in grace
Your fingers please the keys
You ask the piano to play
If it wants to.
And when we come together in a shining song
When our hands combine and strangle into eachother
It feels like I was meant to belong
There at your side, playing night and day away
Close your eyes and feel my pain right here
And let me join in your blissful plea
It is a sonnet, without the rhyme. Screw rhyme, the words speak all.
Inspired
My hands lift and twist
My fingers force the tone
My guitar sings the tune
I want it to.
Your hands dance in grace
Your fingers please the keys
You ask the piano to play
If it wants to.
And when we come together in a shining song
When our hands combine and strangle into eachother
It feels like I was meant to belong
There at your side, playing night and day away
Close your eyes and feel my pain right here
And let me join in your blissful plea
It is a sonnet, without the rhyme. Screw rhyme, the words speak all.
