Shattered hope, we cannot loose touch of the keys, I'll play on, forever keeping in touch with the notes, tickle the ivories, I never lose sight of the arpeggios.
I exist of the Storms keyboards pianist are executed to, deprived from light, I play in darkness, being led by the harmony my cherub guides. FORTE, I play to the rhythm of my heartbeat. Crash through my veins, you can hear the blood rushing through, as I play my final piece, I look at my mistress and whisper, "Once again I must play this Piano".
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
