The Pianist

The Pianist

A Poem by gsoagt

The Pianist

A flair comes forth from dexterous digits.

The sounds waft in the still air.

A grin of determination erupts as the music swells to envelope the Hall.

As time wears on, beads of form on the brow.

A fury is released.

The artist subsides as the echoes resound.

© 2010 gsoagt


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wow. powerful imagery. And the flow is amayzing. I'm not sure if I like the ending or not, but thats my personal opinion. Overall, very nice! I'm glad someone suggested I read this! Keep writing!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Dum dum dum dummmmm Great job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Art reflecting art. This is great, very vivid.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Great description of an artist at work. You describe the sound music as if a storm is about to start. Great job.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on May 31, 2010
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