Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

Rookie (10/04/1993 / Laguna Hills California)

2: 47 Am - Poem by Ianaldo Prescott Pourchot

What happened?
I… I… am alone here
What is this?

White* Black* White Black*
It’s dark
Oh I see, I get it now,
I finally know
I fell asleep by the piano!

Ha! The second time this month!
And I can still hear the softness
The soft melody I was playing
Before the sand filled my eyes,

I was playing Beethoven Sonatina No.1
And next thing I knew, I was out!
I was sitting in a street in Cologne
I was in Ludwig's presence!
Breathing in his musical essence
Then after a nice weary session,
I lost every dropp of depression
And gained every note of confusion
Only to wake up with more confusion
That’s what I get for studying Beethoven.
May his music brighten my skies
And further open my eyes.
I think I will continue practicing
Until the placid sunrise


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 30, 2011


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