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Piano Hands
Piano hands
Rendered me unattuned
to sweeter notes;
Faithful to their minors.
Poison travels down the tips
Staining like ink to bury keys,
Melodies they would not care to hear
Are stifled and subdued.
Prodding, weathered fingers – manipulate the tune,
Carefully, rhythmically – building up each time
Pound the strings, forcefully, mercilessly
And leave me fragile, used,
Looking for piano hands to tune me right –
Searching for a worthy song to sing.
Rendered me unattuned
to sweeter notes;
Faithful to their minors.
Poison travels down the tips
Staining like ink to bury keys,
Melodies they would not care to hear
Are stifled and subdued.
Prodding, weathered fingers – manipulate the tune,
Carefully, rhythmically – building up each time
Pound the strings, forcefully, mercilessly
And leave me fragile, used,
Looking for piano hands to tune me right –
Searching for a worthy song to sing.
Published 22nd Jan 2011
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24th Jan 2011 7:21am
24th May 2011 6:28pm
Thank you. Of course, I was hoping to get across the idea of molestation. What do you think I could do to bring this across better?
4th Sep 2011 1:17am
Well Im glad you said something about molestation cause I kinda got that or a sexual vibe of some other sort out of it. It was truly a great piece though. Love it.
