#piano poems on Hello Poetry

Vyiirt'aan Nov 2017

Ecstatic exposure
The glory
On a railway of ivory
Ebony hollow cask
A temporal mask
Of the sweet tones of my misery
My melancholy resonates through my head
Uninterrupted notes flow in harmony
My fingers weave past the track
Carress the back of my eardrums
Ample waves, my heart strums
Into an eternal noisy void

#piano #sadness #anxiety #lonely

James Bradley McCallum Sep 2017

monk cent 10 I al

monk jumps
trinkle ****** trane
criss crossin time
aboard idiocentric planes

whacky Hackensack moods
near my mysterioso home
round bout midnight gleaning
brilliant corner poems

hummin blue monk blues
i surrender dear
Bemsha swing cast away
Friday the 13th fears

melancholy ruby swigs
straight no chaser shots
just let's cool one
at the red hot 5 Spot

rollins and griffin jammin
hudson riverside house
Weehawken royalty bows
to a spiffy charlie rouse

we remember mintons
a vast creative flood
monk be boppin on stage
when in walked bud

red rooster clucksters
raising town hall roofs
consecrating spaces playing
Monk's hallowed tunes

"pianos don't play no wrong notes"
we heard Thelonious once say
his utterances on the upright keys
ingenious music maestro on display

Music Selection:
Thelonious Monk:
In Walked Bud

Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial
10/10/17 - 10/10/17
Orlando
9/28/17
jbm

The centennial of the birth of Thelonious Sphere Monk, master musician and composer, creative giant in the creation of modern music is 10/10/17

#jazz #thelonious #monk #music #piano

Lunar Sep 2017

the hands of the piano man

i'd give anything
to hold those hands again

those hands which have
caressed piano keys
and carefully held my broken heart
which you do all too well

i'd buy every piano
and score sheet in the world
if it meant for you to play again

i'd break my heart over and over
if it meant for you to be here
and hold me together again

i'd give anything and my everything
to hold the hands of the piano man

a jumble of incoherent words for wjh.
i wanted to save this for a future draft to see if i can polish it better, but perhaps i just want to let it all go now. words are words, no matter how unrefined.
(j.m.)

#piano #man #hands #hold #sad #play #heart

Just Jess Aug 2017

Tears & Toothpaste

To the beat of a piano he stole
her heart.
In the same melody
and measure, he broke and left
it crumpled - crushed - crescendo.
Nothing but brittle - bruised - broken.
Out of tune.
Missing keys.

Mixing tears with toothpaste
and listening to a heartrending piano play.
Salt and ivory.
Colgate and ebony.
Repeat. With
Rhythm. There are
no words to this song.
Say something.
Silence - fortissimo.

Toothpaste and tears
trickle down the drain.
At the conductor's swift notion -
she remembers herself with love -
Adagio -
Then steps off her tear-stained
stage of a soapbox.
Al niente.

#tears #toothpaste #piano #broken #song

Gilang Perdana Aug 2017

The Myth of the Score

1
in the beginning was believe
above the fate's monochromatic
on a length of the piano's bar
— : in which colors it will stop?

2
you were more fathom, about
— a poetry-like score
— a syllabic-like tone
likewise — as I am-like me

3
there is a clink that you drag
either from the flat or the sharp
— that's half of my grasp
transformed from the sounds

4
— an untraceable of whom — was
sculpted — aligned on an epitaph
— an untraceable of the sounds
you disguised — with the words

5
how — the shift of chromatic scale
sounds like a ***** of question mark
— is it quite likely its arch was
the origins of an earlobe-shape?

#myth #score #piano #poetry #earlobeshape #chromatic #questionmark

carolyn Jul 2017

Summer

It's summer,
the grass is green,
the sky is blue,
and my fingers actually move how I want them to.

that never happens

#music #piano #practice #summer #seasons #satisfaction

Francis Rowell Jul 2017

Liebestraume, My Dream

I hear the music, the musician gently caressing her one true love to help her cope. I can feel the emotion through my hopelessly edgy headphones, and I know when she is stressed, happy. sad, heartbroken, confused.

I feel a wetness on my face, and I envy her.

I'm only human, so some nonexistent god, please help me.

#music #liebestraume #piano #feelings #truth

Clare Margaret Jul 2017

For Lindsay

I sit outside the piano-room door
and listen to you sing
because it makes me want to be alive.

I imagine myself dancing in the center
of a pearl-white key,
waltzing backward toward the string
that ties song to sound.

You lift a finger
and pause to breathe
and I fall a thousand feet
into the space between silence and noise.

If only your voice were never-ending,
then perhaps I’d fall more softly
or not at all.

#music #love #piano

all for you Jun 2017

your hands

your hands still burn on my waist
your fingers would pat
and your hand would move

up and down against my waist
almost touching my ribs
our height feeling miles apart

your thumbs would run across my bone
i could feel your hands burn through the fabric
of the cheap red dress

you hummed along to a humdrum song
a song I’d heard a million times
a song I never get sick of

your fingers caressed my back
and moved like they did on a piano
and reminded me what caring touch felt like

your hands still burn on my waist
barely touching my ribs
leaving me empty

#love #hands #dance #red #burn #song #piano #touch #empty #gone