She was sixteen… and her birthday present
Was a shiny, brand new, black piano.
Her surprise was great and very pleasant,
But she couldn't play scales or an arpeggio,
So there was a need for a teacher too…
He was young, handsome, only twenty-six,
Full of confidence, know-how and how-to
But her arpeggios he couldn't really fix…
They practiced scales up, down, up, down, up, down,
They were both keen… so on and on it went…
Then one day they stopped… it was at sundown…
A moment of hot passion's discontent…
They crashed on the piano… G-string torn…
And nine months later a "New Song" was born…
© P. J. Oszmann (2005)
© Illustration created in Photoshop (2006)
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Barbara
Regis
Beautiful, delightful dance--thanks for the melody. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be safe,
Karen
A unique evolution of actions poemized "The Black Piano. - (Sonnet)",
and its rhythm and contents made this ~ a poetic excellence.
Keep posting Your jewels, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU