Telling a story with notes
I sit in my room
And play a little tune
I sit on stage
And wonder what I’m going to play
Placing my fingers on the keys
And as nervous as I am, I begin to breathe
The peoples’ eyes piercing through my soul
I know what song to play and I’m in control
I begin to play and everything is well
After a while
I reach the fifth measure and begin to fail
Scrutinize every action when playing a piece of music
So I try to take the piece slow
Making sure everything is in check
But I blatantly make another stumble
Which is one thing I surely regret.
The mistake is made
And there’s no way to rewind and save
I remove my fingers from the Ivory keys
Inside I feel like falling to my knees
My head is down, for about ten seconds
Everything is still…………
The mistake angers me and I play at my own will
All of a sudden….
As soon as I strike the keys
The audience is silent and does not breathe
They realize that the song being played
Is something they’ll remember for the rest of their days
The song is played with resentment, passion and hate
Which derived from one simple mistake
All the good and bad events that I have seen in my years
Is now expressed through music through the audiences’ ears
Every chord tells a piece of a story.
In my mind as I play this song
Images in my mind turn on
Of a troubled girl who runs on …and on
Through a murky forest at night
Which surly feels her heart with fright
She runs placing her feet securely on the ground
Wearing nothing but a dirty evening gown.
There is some omen that is running after her
Displaying no compassion or concern to others
She runs and runs, till she can run no more
And eventually trips over a rock and falls to the floor
Hoarse breathing, of the monster set at 2 beats a minute
She wonders about the situation at hand asking “How did I get in it”
She discerns the being and a chord is struck (in the girls mind)
The girl must be sharp and must not rely on pure luck
As many sixteenth beats that pound through her chest
She doesn’t take a half or a quarter but a whole rest
She sees a gun lying on the ground
Engraved on it is the text “Scale C”
The monster walks towards her and thinks, “This girl can’t defeat me”
She puts her second finger on the trigger and aims for the demon’s head,
Which is the second key
In the key of C
Being D which stands for Dead
The bullet is fired and he falls flat on the ground
A long echo was heard as if a pedal was being held down,
Brushing herself off, she ascends from the floor
The demon is gone, disappeared and is no more
The sun begins to shine
Then she realizes everything is fine
The skies radiance fills
And removes the fear
That was once in here eyes
As the sun emerges from behind the clouds
Everything is good and she starts to smile
Out of my thoughts and back on stage
I play the piano and proceed to the final key
Claps and praise, commend the defining piece
(Speaking to audience)
A story was told without the use of words
And I know you people may find that absurd
But I mad a mistake and showed how I feel
And when an emotion is present it can be augmented at will
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