How to Play the Piano

Written by Arts, Poetry

An empty house is preferred, an

austere silence that crescendos through the walls and

echoes from one lonely room to another, the only

sound for years are the coarse groans

of the front door opening and closing. The

muteness is infectious. Begin

just before the sun decrescendos and position

your hands until they are still; now you can start.

Practise until your fingers are thread –

an unusable and withered piece that cannot be sewn-

the empty house has now been filled;

the sounds of the ascending major melodies reach the final climax. Bliss

can now be known as the perfect cadence creates completion.

The loveless and forgotten house has now become a home.

Last modified: 19th October 2015

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