I went back to the original three-part poem and made some significant edits. The first stanza was edited to use fewer words and was structured differently. The second stanza is structured after a Haiku. The final stanza remains in prose form with minor edits.
Piano Voices (revised)
I.
Striking or stroking; mood revealed
Signature, metre, and time
Steady March, Sweet Minuet or Common Waltz
O’ so complete
Sadness swells and rises
Above the ivory and ebony
Happiness hovering and ringing
Brightly across the air.
II.
Anger is Pounded
My board thumping and shaking
Released and Sustained
Sadness is Swelling
Minor keys melting away
Fingers dripping tears
Joy for Tomorrow
Duet’s longing happiness
Trio and 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 my soul. You took your anger out on me by pounding the keys and stomping on my pedals without leaving a 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 wire. 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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My parents bought a piano when we moved to Indiana. I was eight years old when I started poking at the keys. By the time I was a Freshman in High School, I could play almost anything. I have not played much in recent years - someday I hope to get back to playing.