The notes are coming out
Strong and bold
Hot on fire
Or icy cold
Like a whisper
Like a shout
It shows my feelings
Coming out.
As emotions fill and consume me,
I let them take full conrtol,
And the notes on the page,
They just become a blur,
As my fingures fly across the keys
Shut up in my own musical world
I don't see anyone around me,
They all just fade away,
And I am left, once again,
Alone.
Sounds like your spirits are hitting some high notes. Thanks for sharing.
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I would like to translate this poem
Angel: I like this one, it reminds me of my daughter when she plays the piano. One time she told me that it felt like the music was coming out of the ends of her fingers. And indeed, it was wonderful to wake in the morning and hear the whole house full of my baby’s music as she practiced. Adeline