Piano Story

Ivory keys
Tell a story.
Each word
Every note
Is connected and compiled.

I sit
And let my feelings rush out through my fingertips.
Timid notes sing out,
At first soft,
Barely there,
A mere whisper echoing throughout the universe.
Heart pounding,
I play carefully, cautiously
The world starts to sway with the gentle melody.

Suddenly,
I hit a sour chord
Abruptly,
Everything has stopped.
I feel the sweat drip down my neck
And my fear well up inside of me.

Discouraged,
I swallow
And set my shaking hands down once more
Upon the ivory and ebony keys
I take the risk
Of jumping so far
That I may never return.

I begin to play.

Gradually,
The song
Begins to flow
As I leave my fears behind
And run towards the sun instead.
The music resounds throughout my body,
I feel the vibrations empowering my hands,
My soul quivers as the music takes over.
I play more boldly, and embrace every emotion
Pounding through my head.
The sound waves electrify my bones
And my hands melt into the keys.

The music flows harmoniously
Into a serenade
Filled with
Majors and minors,
Inversions and melodies,
Somehow stringing itself together in a structured, yet spontaneous way.
My shaking hands travel to strike a chord,
My soul, encased in my body,
Is dancing and leaping in time with the music,
In a state of complete, oblivious bliss.


I am taken everywhere
Yet no where at all
By this piano.