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Pianist
by Scott Cadence
Its been only days now
That Ive known you
Hours where my eyes could not turn away
From watching your lips move
Careful in their delivery
To make words of music
Crafted and composed in poise
I could listen farther than you could carry me
And If you insist you cant
play the piano
Ill just pretend to hear you
With fingers on my skin,
Feel out the years invested
When I lay at your side
That place
to feel so Definite
that place where I try
10/30/2003 Posted on 10/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/21/03 at 11:08 PM There is music in some ways that people talk with you... especially when captivated by their chemistry. Great verse that speaks to the heart. |
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