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Author: Bita-chan
Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy - Reviews: 5 - Published: 11-25-05 - Updated: 11-25-05 - id:2056416

Comments: I've been in such a poem writing mood lately...This is inspired by the TRAX, and the lovely Yuki Kajura.

Piano Wire Ballet

May I have this dance?

Upon ivory keys, and inky tones

While these piano wires slither

Like Heaven at night

Like Hell in the morning

--

(Gentle metallic breath)

--

You take my hand

We’re following the decrescendo

Of this misguided story

Teach me to play what you want to hear

With the piano wires attached to scarlet fingers

One outstretched leg of time

Always follows another.

--

(Hallway filled with florescent sunlight)

--

One-and-two-and-three-and

Metronome time, keeping up with the memories

This nefarious waltz that we’re traveling on

I can never find my footing

Single pirouette slurs into another

Your legato of piano wires

Tugs in tighter, and this dance of ours

Starting to grow.

--

(I count the steps on this white bricked road)

--

Strings so inaudible

That when I peer through looking glass

I can hardly believe they are there

Strings so tangible that every a tempo

Of your own flows through with the point of a toe

Echoes through with the bend of a hip.

--

(I’m held by your pocket watch date)

--

We’re galloping towards this allegro, breath fading

Leaping, striving, towards a crescendo

All roaring limbs and graceful notes

Stumbling into the right key at the wrong time

In order to complete this perceived symphony

Piano wires shiver, shrieking the discordant truth

--

(Am I presented to the wizard of this Oz, or the Queen of Hearts?)

--

Forte of movements, and you dip me

Scrape me gently, begrudgingly along the shaving floor

Guiding piano wires pang louder,

Strangle me—play me lovingly

I’m calling down from this ritardando

Screeching this finales broken chord

Bleeding notes

Frayed and broken piano wire

--

(And will it be, “come with me”, or “off with her head”?)

--

Shall we dance?

Upon ivory keys, and inky tones

While these piano wires slither

Like Hell in the morning

Like Heaven at night.

--

(Tell me please, if I still wander in the Land of Dreams.)

A/N: Thank you for reading and please review.



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