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As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.
...

Raging through the Earth,
Burning everything in sight,
Fire's untamed fury,
Edges to dominance.
...

With Life there must be Death,
Unfortunately so, and the emotions,
The are caused by Death,
Are as powerful as Death itself.
...

As the night shades the world,
And everything sleeps,
The gentle, clean breeze of Air's soft breath
Still flows.
...

A flash streaks down to Earth,
And thunder pursues.
The Sound struggles to keep up,
As the Energy shoots through the sky.
...

Earth forms the base of all the elements,
None of them can exist without it,
It's beauty can awe even the most impassive people
And it's power can destroy the most strong structures
...

The four elements give way to more great,
As Light shine's it's wisdom among the lands.
Casting away the darkness,
And showing the path.
...

Don't think the story could just end there,
A protagonist always has an antagonist.
Where Light fails to reach it's arms out,
Darkness prevails there.
...

The beauty of Earth,
The majesty of Water,
The freedom of Air,
The power of Fire.
...

We've counted only nine,
but the family's much bigger.
A connection of Elements,
that make a union.
...

Flowing through the river,
Moving peacefully,
Throughout the Earth
Wherever the currents runs,
...

Gentle and forlorn,
Darkness creeps,
Slowly stalking
The solemn presence.
...

I'm finally getting somewhere
Just maybe
I'm going somewhere
Hopefully.
...

A flower will not
grow if it is not planted.
Will not live
if it is not watered
...

Is it a light?
Did I reach the end
of what I though to
never end?
...

The minute it seems
The sun is shining
The second
I think the clouds are parting
...

Black soil engulfs
the shine of his skin.
His moans for help are weak,
though undeterred.
...

Singing from above,
the flowing melodies
of clear, empty skies
booms through the air.
...

Lost in the maze
of riddles and rhymes,
twists and turns.
...

It's the brief moment
before dawn,
when you wonder
if the sun's going to rise?
...

The Best Poem Of Zander William Pearson

The Piano

As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.

I visualize the song,
Hearing the melody in my mind,
And I close off my mind.

I simply stop thinking,
And let the music, my soul, and my fingers,
Do all the work.

My fingers begin the journey,
Flying through the keys,
Like cheetas.

The music fills me,
And I drift off,
Into the beautiful harmony.

My fingers soften,
Into an Andante pianissimo.
And a ralentando takes into affect.

As a decresendo takes me,
To a near-impossible pianississimo,
I pause, and jump into fortissimo.

The pace quickens to Presto,
With a cresendo livening up the feeling,
Marcatos are suddenly followed by rests.

Without warning, my fingers fly into 64th notes,
And I keep it up, even in cut-time.
The audience is awed, but I haven't even breaked a sweat.

Finally, the song ends with an arpeggio,
Growing louder in the room and in the soul,
Until one, quite Minor chord ends the song.

For the first time in,
-What,5 min., I can't even tell-
I open my eyes.

The vibrations are still heard,
within the room,
and the audience erupts with clapping.

I bow and my smile beams,
but it is not the attention that gets to me.
It is the music.

The melodies and chords,
They are my life.
Music is in my soul.

Music is my soul.

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