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 Even when looking down

I come around

As my fingers fold

And unfold

In the tribulations

And silent doubt

 

I have hands made to play

Piano keys

With the length of my fingers reaching endlessly

Like a calling

Incessantly falling...

 

Even when looking down...

I come around.

Reviews

[Emily]

This is a wonderful piece. I like the idea that you've got a character who is destined to be a piano player, and it sounds like a very talented one at that. The question is, however, what is it that he looks down from before he comes around? I feel in this piece the love of playing that this character has. I get a sense that this character always feels better when he/ she is playing piano. There is an effect on people when they play music. Their sadnesses and their emotions fade away while they create something beautiful. It is quite like people who write. We put all our emotions down onto the page.

This is a lovely piece. Nice work!