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The End of the Maze

By Shining.With.Crystal.Clarity, Bristol, VA

It’s a magnet, that instrument,
With the ivory keys.
Shining, inviting,
And waiting.

There’s no book lying on top,
Or written music beside,
But the old silver notes
Find themselves
In the back of my mind.

Slowly I seat myself
On the mahogany bench,
And my fingers, hesitantly,
Are drawn to the keys.

The notes in my head
Are now reality,
As my fingers remember
The black and white maze.
Every turn, every twist, every movement.
And I remember.

I recall an old life,
With God, music, and him.
The music guiding,
Bringing joy,

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1 comment(s)
My fingers tingle when I read this poem. Gah. I love piano too.
Mar. 15, 2013 at 6:15 PM • Report