Well here is an old poem :3 Playing The Piano Black and white keys of glass in front of me Tight to the waist and a flow to the hips Black like the keys, it fit and looked perfect A smile comes to me and pink splashing my cheeks I walk out to the stage feeling nothing strange Seated on a long black bench, comfy too My fingers glide over the keys Anger and love erupt from my fingers The love intertwines the anger Creation of a master piece is made The audience is in awe like they have been sucked in Fear tingles into the master piece causing screams A cloud of darkness lie above all of this art Death watching like this is a game The melody slows its pace way down The edginess fades abruptly causing curiosity A obscure ending was soon to come All of it ended, but still rang in the ear I took my bow and no one clapped They had been almost hypnotized I left the stage feeling a sense of completion ~Batty McClintock
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 00:11:16 +0000
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