Adrift in the hallways
Piano Sonata in B
wafts along
sterile corridors
arranges itself
into the crevices of hearts
then across the park
drifting through the small spaces
of tree branches
through the scattered consciousness
of dog lovers at play
Songs float on air
tugging the earlobes
of the 7th street office workers
as they mourn another day dying
The pianist ends
her elegant hands
silently slide shut the keyboard cover
and she too
floats down the hall
reflecting momentarily
upon music played
notes skipped
the arrangement of the melody
interlaced with life
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Beautiful post, Lana and this touches me deeply. As you might know, my son plays keyboard and piano to a high standard and we have just returned from a music shop in town looking at a piano for him (he currently has a keyboard). His playing often moves me to tears of joy and connects directly to my very being – hearing him play the pianos in the shop this morning was amazing – and of course, I had to hold back my tears!
Your poem perfectly and delicately describes the ethereal effect of the piano music and I love its ending of the brilliant and so true lines of:
‘the arrangement of the melody
interlaced with life’.
Oh Annika, you and I must be kindred spirits. I love piano music and am so happy to hear your son is a talented piano player. I do have a piano, but sadly have never had the time to learn to play. Music is a true gift. Thank you for your kind words.
Yeesh. Another stunning poem. I love this, Lana. Music is not only a wonderful metaphor for life, but I honestly believe it is a real integral part, expressed most obviously in our heartbeats but all around us. <3
That’s a beautiful compliment also, Diana. I agree with music being an integral part of life surrounding and inspiring us. Thank you so much. xo
I looked to see if you have a book of your poetry and noticed that there’s one coming out this year! I can’t wait. 🙂
Diana, it’s children’s poetry :-D. I just seem to write children’s books, except for the Sandman, which also works as a book for adults. I just write what comes to me….
Sandman was the one that I saw coming in 2017. I just love your poetry.
Why thank you, Diana. I love your writing too!
Oh! this is gorgeous!
Thank you so much, Holly!
my pleasure!
Lovely. The music hit all the way here!
Thank you, D. D…..I hope you have a lovely weekend 😀
Thank you, L. T.! You too.
This one resounds on so many levels! It spoke directly to me and you’ve captured the way music lingers in the air and seeps into the bones ……. and yes, interlaces with life! <3
Thank you so much, Pauline. Music is indeed the universal language, and I think many of us here are music lovers.
Music is a language unto itself, Lana. The Sonata in B is particularly difficult (I never attempted it!). Love how your pianist reflects a moment on what she played (and the notes she missed!!)
Thank you, Debbie. I love that you play, I so wish I had learned.
It’s not too late, you know!!! In fact, adults can sometimes learn better than kids because they *want* to.
That’s true, Debbie. Maybe I will find the time someday to sit down and learn how to play a few songs. I would so love that!
Very nicely done…the music wafting in and out of lives…
Thanks Marissa! Music is a true gift 😀
Simply stunning. I didn’t pick up on any notes skipped. The only skip is what this has provided to my step. Sheer class, LT. 🙂
Thank you, Phil. Music helps us all skip along through life even over the rough spots. …
Wow! This is perfect!
Thanks so much, Camie!
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By a lovely lady named Lana.
Thanks John 😀
You are very welcome.