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Dawn of Lighten Nov 2014
Hollowed within the frozen finger tips,
as each stroke of the key vibrates a crisp C.

The piano home key that resonates the beginning,
and the place of birth of most classical music.

Then the C chord echoed with E and G,
while the journey read like a journal.

So it stood as the progression of time,
like the life force intertwined with each notes.

Where does your hand take you to the next step of life,
as you create the next stroke of your dream song.

Hallowed within the frozen finger tips,
and the final song is the end of life.

Make your perfection of music,
as if you can no longer play a next tune.
I am always reminded the life is bitter sweet,
and tomorrow may never come,
or you may never see that one person once again!
Recommend playing BWV 875 as to set the mood,
and yes those of you actually took Piano and know Bach's work would know it typically starts in D Minor in Piano.
Originally was meant to be played with harpsichord,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-xUow2aGKM
Megan Ann Aug 2014
I hear the piano in the background
As the cello starts to play
The violin starts up next
As the music makes you sway
The cello plays faster
As we spin around
The violin speeds up now
As we fall to the ground
The piano plays slowly
As the rain starts to fall
I look at you knowing I have nothing to fear
Nothing at all
written in high school
2/8/09
13 May 2014
Fortissimo -A
The great fall,
into eerie suffocating darkness
piano pianissimo
leaving smiles on faces inverted,
frozen tears that never rolled down.
The menacing overture
grim and heavy,
crushing fortitude, grief and joy
clawing each other out,
lucidly.

Agitato -B
The angst builds,
wrenching the mind from its rational gaze
chromatic disorder seeps in,
another descent begins.
Agitation bleeds
into rivers of melancholy
flowing fervently to the ******
where famished ears await
the soulful drop of anticipation and girth.
Seduction, no heart could withstand
submission, no slave would surrender.

Coda -A*
Returning to where it began,
the exposition of extremes
a collapsing sky, a violent dream.
At the edge of belief,
madness is melody
poignantly orchestrated.
Fingers that questioned doom
have retorted swiftly.
The closing is at hand;
it ends quietly.
Morceaux de fantaisie (MDCCCXCII)
*Prelude in C-sharp minor, Op. 3, No. 2.*
Posted on October 25, 2013
Elijah Corbeau Apr 2014
In the beginning, there was only you and I
Then we were apart, somehow.
We waited for ages, things over long ago
To return to each others arms.

There was searching, longing, and trust-
Issues were brought to the fore.
And then I found you there and thus
We were together again once more.

We met under a moonlit field,
Somewhere under the arc of heaven
We embraced, our restful reunion
And our pace slowed with the other.

And we lay in the field of flowers
And we lay together, now we are
Under the aurora of a tenuous fate
Against a sight of unbarred sky.

As we turn to each other our eyes
Decry a song, and play our notes
Telling the world of love that longed
Through an epoch of silent ties.

"There are tiny drops of rain, see
The clouds are crying for us too."
But you, you keep quiet and stare
The air for us/still too new.

But there's a beauty in the simple change
Of shade between light and dark.
Always together, never apart,"
She would remark,
They will shift, and they will shift,
They will choose, and chase
They will shift, and they will shift
Until Night gives way to Day."

And speaking softly -

“As they will shift, and they will shift
All these subtle sights of november skies
We will choose, and we will chase
together, do you know why?.
"Though things will shift and shift and change
And our time will forever go by,
We will choose, and we will chase
each other, You and I."
For those who dream.

— The End —