Piano Hands

There lives a man of sensitivity
heart bowed
back bent over ivory keys
fingers searching long for the melody
impressions blurred
songs heard through liquid eyes

piano hands.

Children hold those hands as if for dear life
leap up and down in unconcerned virtue
naïve to world rift with pride
wrought in strife
in pact with ill-will

know only nurture.

Music rides summer wind
soft and sweet
sad
through night’s darkness
notes of inspiration
love’s dream for fragile truth
goodness made glad
minor progressions
plays now impatient

for calm.

His fingers stroke the black keys
sharps and flats
eerie
no never dissonant
faith flowers
heavenward in heart-felt wish
to end hate
each sad song begs hope for all tomorrows

praying hands.

— deelilah, May 10, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Northwest USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.E. Cummings, Robert W. Service, Emily Dickenson

Critiques

Cloudthings

17 years ago

Wooowie, this is a delight Deelilah, just a delight!

Wooowie, this is a delight Deelilah, just a delight! A relief I have read some dark & slightly disturbing stuff this morning - you have returned my faith & joy... I really love this piece, know this sense you express on many levels, feel so comforted by it... Of course music is my home as it must be yours I suspect?~ I want to kiss you for this xxx Anni ~~~ "Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving". ~Kahlil Gibran

deelilah

17 years ago

Thank you Anni

My mother sang like an angel, now sings for the angels, played the piano too. She gave me about 8 years of piano lessons. Honestly, I cannot play the piano, not at all without the music. Neither my sisters, nor I, nor our father can carry a tune. But I do appreciate good music and I love piano, especially the nostalgic, piano bar, world II type, crooning type. I am glad you liked the poem. You've said you're in music--in what capacity? Maybe you write the music and the lyrics too. I bet you do. Always, Deelilah

deelilah

17 years ago

Hi Julie

Punctuation will be the death of me yet. I'm positively anal over it. It's like I need it to be absolutely correct or I use none at all. I know no in betweens, in writing or in life. Anyway, I am glad you liked it. By the way, I have been to your beautiful area on several romantic occasions. Once with xhusband--there was a waterfall with a pond at the bottom we swam in. The water was so clear you could see the separate grains of sand. And once with husband who still is. We lived in and around Lynnwood and Bothell forever. It is beautiful there. Yours, Deelilah

themoonman

17 years ago

Dee...

Piano Hands... I bet you knew the title would draw me in... I can hear the soft tunes playing, the pedaled crescendo within your musical write... well placed for me my friend... oh yes Richard

deelilah

17 years ago

Hello Richard

Yes, I did think about you specifically when I found the title. I am glad you stopped in to read it. Yours, Deelilah PS I think maybe you have piano hands.

Electric Blue

16 years 11 months ago

Piano Hands

Dee There is one I know who is amazing I watch his fingers fly and pound that piano but also plays the gentlist rhapsody of his own amazing. Electric blue