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Piano Voices

I, II, and III

By Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

I.

I know your mood each time

You stroke my keys

Your choice of signature

Metre and key

The Sonnet and the March

O' so complete

Your sadness swells among

The ebony

While happiness rises

Twinkling above the higher range

II.

Today your anger is pounded

Out upon my board and the thumping

Of the peddles releasing and sustaining

Your sadness of yesterday swelled

When your fingers glided across

The black keys of the minor chord

Tomorrow I hope that joy and

Happiness will join our duet and

Make a trio, plus a refrain

III.

You met me when you were eight and you loved me the instant you could make my heart strings sing. You labeled every white key with masking tape; a map to the music you played. You took your anger out on me by pounding the keys and stomping on my pedals without leaving a single blemish upon my shiny surface. I remember when you fell in love; your hands drifted over my board as your fingers caressed the smooth ivory and ebony keys, dropping the hammers against my internal wires; almost like fingers stroking the strings of a harp.

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Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales

I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.

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    Written by Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales