Played Like A Piano Poem by Angela Cox

Played Like A Piano



He thumbed and fingered each key
He was delicate, teasing, and masterly
He was Debussy in the prelude- throbbing, urgent- febrile
Then he was Beethoven- thundering
Leaving me sated and tranquil
He was a pianist; I was his symphony
He played me like a piano- that was fine by me

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Jayne Davies 11 September 2013

Great poem! Well done!

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