This isn't very good, but I don't really want to change it. I didn't write it as a poem, I just let my thoughts pour out onto the page, and this is what came out of it. Enjoy.
Sitting, watching, staring
At the piano in the corner
Shining like a lake in the moonlight
Keys glinting under artificial light
I yearn to play
To let my fingers dance
Up and down the keyboard
I cannot resist temptation
And now I am there
My fingers brushing the polished ivory
Lines and notes reaching out
Through my eyes, my body, my brain
Tingling as they leap through my fingertips
Into the keys, into the air
The music swirls around me
Wrapping me up in unseen arms
Safe and warm and blind
To life continuing around me,
As it does
The room is gone;
The damp-covered walls,
The plastic chairs,
The throbbing florescent lights,
Swept away by this sweet cacophony
By the perfect notes
Flowing like water into my parched ears
The music kisses me softly
And sings me to sleep
Like a fragile infant
My hands continue on
Playing hard and loud and fast
Then softer, alternating
My heart beats
In perfect synchronization
And my mind soars
Away from the notes on the page
To join the sparkling tornado
I am dancing with the music
Sweet on my tongue
Warm to the touch
And beautiful,
Like a blood-red rose
In the cold light of a winter morning
A waltz of the senses
But every song must end
My fingers slow
The music fades
And last note lingers,
An echo,
A bittersweet memory
Of things once great
But lost from sight,
Silent
