Poems from a teen

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


"The Piano"
Sat down today,
on a leather stool.
let my fingers rest on the ivory keys,
letting myself forget everthing else,
except for how to make music.
slowly started to play,
molding melodies,
melodies i dont know,
never heard before.
and in that breif moment,
i felt like the pressure was lifted,
that no one could stop me,
stop me from being me,
and making music.

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