Poetry

The Artist

Tapping of rain on a sunroof

No sun to be found today

Only pools of water collecting

Persistent noise, calming

Like the steady striking

On the grand piano

Emotional and simple 

Tears fall on the keys

When the love struck musician

Pours himself out

Onto a crowd who understand

But will never live it

Never the same feelings

The artist is shouting his pain

Waiting for someone to hear

One day it all continues

Curtains draw on his concert

Everyone leaves

He is left, but never done

When the mistress of success

Flees to others

Her infidelity spreads

The emotion, pure emotion

Is eternal

No one can destroy that which

Prevails forever

 

 

 

 
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