Twilight Whispers

Rookie (30th November 1991 / Wolverhampton)

Sophie's Piano - Poem by Twilight Whispers

I hear the snowflakes, falling like candy floss from the sky,
I hear the leaves, dancing gleefully in every colour of autumn from the trees,
I hear the sunshine, burning the backs of the mountains as it begins to rise,
I hear the stars sparkling in the velvety blue of the midnight sky,
I hear the sounds of the waves as they contentedly crash upon the awakening shore,
I hear the raindrops as they excitedly patter into puddles and splash lovingly onto umbrellas,
I hear the bluebells glowing radiantly in the woodland - and the fairies!
I hear them!
Scampering delicately through the grass which whispers ancient secrets when the breeze flows gently though the branches, and
I hear my perfect image of a childhood summer: skipping merrily through the meadows, my smile red with blackberry lipstick, and
I hear you, I hear you,
Although I wouldn’t meet you for many years to come, I hear you as you play alongside me in the magical forest we found, our knees ablaze with tiny scratches from the threatening thorns of the primroses.
But our minds are free and unharmed; our unknown destiny creating a bubble around our brave young hearts, promising that the days we would later spend together would be among the happiest of our lives.

And to think!

I hear all of this when I sit in a certain red chair in a certain little house, listening to a girl whom I love dearly playing the piano so beautifully it’s as if she was presented with the gift at birth.
Her hands move effortlessly over the keys, and I am perched here silently dreaming of Utopia;
A perfect world in which everything is still and calm and serene.
As the music fills my ears it sinks willingly into my soul and your music becomes a part of me,
How lucky I am to be hearing your creativity blossoming through the notes of the piano.
I feel the tears urging to fall from my eyes, but I swallow them back, afraid to show you how much your music means to me.
For you have inspired me more than a famous composer ever could and I cannot tell you how many times I have wanted to run through the streets singing and shouting to the world that I have found my freedom in the music you play.
Thank you for sharing a truly unique beauty;
Thank you for letting me enjoy every single note you play.
Your music will remain a secret, locked away inside me and if I ever lose you,
I will unleash the melodies for you to hear and then we can never be that far apart.

Comments about Sophie's Piano by Twilight Whispers

  • Dorothy- A. Holmes (4/8/2008 5:40:00 PM)


    I think the music is no longer a secret...I hear it too, through the expression of your love...

    A Poet Who Loves to Sing
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2008

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