Sarah's Classic Piano Poetry

Sarah's classic poetry she wrote for an advanced English course. She
then will be reading it in front of her sophomore class.

The Piano.
These ivory keys cause sharp aches,
But it’s worth it for the peace my piano makes.
Protected by the sound,
Through it, comfort I’ve found.
The hard days end as soon as my fingers touch the keys,
I hit all notes from F sharps, to high C’s.
I warm up with my chords and scales,
My tension goes, and peace prevails.
It’s always there to lift my spirit,
Looking for a tune, I wait to hear it.
I play with range, to let me feel
The sounds of ebony become surreal
As I stare out the foggy window,
I feel my fingers began to glow.
In my mind I start to see
my large, and proud symphony.
I began to bring the verse to end,
Then the chorus quickly begins to blend.
As my hands begin their unique ballet,
Up and down, the chromatic way.
I’d never be able to explain
How my piano keeps me sane.
It never lets me down,
Or lies to me with a different sound.
It’s honest and ready,
For every time my mind is heavy.
From low to high, from high to low,
It’s in between that makes it flow.
Every note begins to sing,
And peace of mind, my piano brings.
Another melody it lets me borrow,
I shut the lid, until tomorrow.

-Miss Sarah May
August 27, 2009