Post by Fate on Mar 17, 2010 12:56:15 GMT -5
Okay, so I decided to show off some of the creativity I have with you guys. I used to do a lot of poetry writing and fanfic writing, even one or two AMVs, but school has taken up quite a bit of that time. Hopefully, what will happen is that I'll get some inspiration and be able to write some more.
Here's a piece I wrote semi-recently that has turned into one of my particular favorites.
You welcome yourself to a barren stage
Curtains are drawn and lights are low
Papers are strewn here and there
Old music that no one wanted to play
Your eyes wander over this desolation
All that stands is a lone piano
Dust covers its hammers and strings
No music sits on its stand
You wander over aimlessly
Hands meander over eighty-eight untouched keys
Lightly touching, not a note sounds
Except for one
The sound lingers in the air, filling the stage
You press another, unable to contain yourself
Before long your hands move on their own accord
And they start to play
Soft staccatos start you off
Your trepidation holds you back
Every note is perfectly punctuated
You’re too afraid to stray
Staccatos slowly form into legatos
As your left hand hesitantly joins
The air is pregnant with solemn melancholy
That is all your heart wants to yield
You bring yourself to play louder
Only slightly, your fear still ruling you
You nearly stop, the volume dropping abruptly
Every press of every key is evermore afraid
You’re back to the basic melody
Your hands make notes shorter and simpler
They beg for complexity, for more
Can you give it to them?
You unwillingly give them what they want
Adding notes here and there to appease them
You barely notice you start to grow louder
You barely notice your music filling the room
Your emotions become increasingly evident
Every dramatic phrase, every legato slur
Every bit of fear, every bit of pain and anguish
Everything is poured onto the piano
You pause, your heart beating fast
The notes continue to linger
You catch your breath, you wait another second
Your play again, softly
Your fingers play your last quiet notes
A few last staccatos to end your sonata
Your hands slip off the keys and fall to your sides
Your eyes are wet, but you remember no tears
There is no clapping, no cheering audience
You sneak off the stage and shut off the lights
You can still hear the poignant melody playing in your ears
It plays piano, softly
--
Background information: This poem was inspired by the song "Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X's Piano Collections. I found myself in a poetic mood listening to it one night and this is what came out of it. The title is also a play on words: piano as in the instrument and the musical term meaning "softly".
Here's a piece I wrote semi-recently that has turned into one of my particular favorites.
Piano
Softly
Softly
You welcome yourself to a barren stage
Curtains are drawn and lights are low
Papers are strewn here and there
Old music that no one wanted to play
Your eyes wander over this desolation
All that stands is a lone piano
Dust covers its hammers and strings
No music sits on its stand
You wander over aimlessly
Hands meander over eighty-eight untouched keys
Lightly touching, not a note sounds
Except for one
The sound lingers in the air, filling the stage
You press another, unable to contain yourself
Before long your hands move on their own accord
And they start to play
Soft staccatos start you off
Your trepidation holds you back
Every note is perfectly punctuated
You’re too afraid to stray
Staccatos slowly form into legatos
As your left hand hesitantly joins
The air is pregnant with solemn melancholy
That is all your heart wants to yield
You bring yourself to play louder
Only slightly, your fear still ruling you
You nearly stop, the volume dropping abruptly
Every press of every key is evermore afraid
You’re back to the basic melody
Your hands make notes shorter and simpler
They beg for complexity, for more
Can you give it to them?
You unwillingly give them what they want
Adding notes here and there to appease them
You barely notice you start to grow louder
You barely notice your music filling the room
Your emotions become increasingly evident
Every dramatic phrase, every legato slur
Every bit of fear, every bit of pain and anguish
Everything is poured onto the piano
You pause, your heart beating fast
The notes continue to linger
You catch your breath, you wait another second
Your play again, softly
Your fingers play your last quiet notes
A few last staccatos to end your sonata
Your hands slip off the keys and fall to your sides
Your eyes are wet, but you remember no tears
There is no clapping, no cheering audience
You sneak off the stage and shut off the lights
You can still hear the poignant melody playing in your ears
It plays piano, softly
--
Background information: This poem was inspired by the song "Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X's Piano Collections. I found myself in a poetic mood listening to it one night and this is what came out of it. The title is also a play on words: piano as in the instrument and the musical term meaning "softly".
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao