A Piano Poem by Savita Tyagi
A Piano
Sometime I wish I had a piano
In a long list of wishes may be another addition
Or if my pen was a piano key
On lazy afternoons of summer
When touched softly
Its music would break the silence of this room
The languid humming of air conditioner
Would mellow in its sweet sound
The colors esoteric in nature
Ascending through air reaching to empyrean
Would shower upon me in sweet paean
I do laugh at the idea though
That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria
The trill coming out of the keys
Would probably be as smudged and muddled
As the writing coming out of this pen
Backed only with a dull desire or inclination to write
When would I realize that the pen or the piano key
Both are substitute for my inability
To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.
'Or if my pen was a piano key On lazy afternoons of summer When touched softly Its music would break the silence of this room'---such lovely thoughts transformed into lovely poetry---top marks and I'm faving this lovely
Thank you so much Susan williams for your comment. I am still trying to get hang of this new PH format.
That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria The trill coming out of the keys Would probably be as smudged and muddled As the writing coming out of this pen....it gives me immense pleasure to read this lovely composition again and again....timeless piece!
Thank you Dr. Swain. I so very much appreciate your reading this poem again. So glad you enjoy it.
I love this musical instrument so also this sweet poem!
I love this specific musical instrument and this melodious poem mam!
Loneliness is always soft and sweet...no wonder it likes the friendship of pen or piano..beautiful 5*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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it doesn't hurt (usually) to return to a poem read before. favorite lines: Or if my pen was a piano key On lazy afternoons of summer When touched softly Its music would break the silence of this room bri :)
No, not at all! Specially if it is a good one! This one is my own favorite. Thanks for visiting.