Love the third stanza. This is amazing!

wonderful descriptions..

love this..

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i think i really like this. beautifully written. you have lots of talent.

konichiwa

This poem really makes me think. About what - I don't know yet; I'm getting there. The line: "So heartbreaking that the keys couldn't hold the weight of fingertips anymore." That's such a sad line; it made me want to cry. And then: "I need this as you need emptiness/crying diminuendos and a broken cord" - Maybe it's because I love music, but I thought this line was really beautiful. This whole poem was amazing.

Never stop writing!

Paalam

-Shan-

I found some sense in it. I liked it. I think it's kind of interseting that all the letters are lowercase. great job.

Peace and Love

~ Lifted

hello, its marina with my spaz-tastic new account.

this is my favorite poem ever. i just love the images, and the last line is just so beautiful. best last line ever. and i love the third stanza too, it made so much sense to me.

I found it beautiful even if you dont think you could find meaning in it.

I think you carried it through nicely.

I love how it seems as though you are searching for meaning at all in the peice... it shows how deep a poet can get hehe.

You think alot. At least the questions show this.

I love the piece. Personally I think its sort of means your looking for the meaning in someones music... their own soul. Music like writing is a way to look at someones soul and mind.

A bit corny but your piece wasnt. It was original. Nice. Write on... bravo.

P.S. You will have to excuse the lack of organization and critique on this piece. I have just got back into the fictionpress reviewing/writing game after a years haitus.

Well the meaning I get from it is that its this girl watching this guy as he pours his heart out on stadge, through his music...but he eventually crashes and burns, and music isnt a big enough outlet for all the pain he has anymore. something like that, either way...its just beautiful. so cleverly put togehter I seriously love this.

I love how the title and summary work together, they really grabbed my attention and made me want to read more. And I think soliloquy is a perfect name for this...so what hes not talking, sometimes you can say more with pictures and music and all that anyway- so yeah I think its a brilliant choice of title.

I love" piano strings" and the image of plucking them like a violin...infact the whole first stanza works really well because you introduce all these instruments, which clearly show how musical he is. and also when I first read it I thought "need" said "read"...and reading it again it completely changed the meaning for me, strange how just one word can do that.

I find it really sad almost the "I never noticed" bits...like shes looking back at all this in retrospect, like onces its over.

Im not sure about the questions, I think they could be left retorical, but they still work well.

and I loove the last stanza. "Only time can improve a soliloquy perfectly executed." it just sounds so good, and works so well.

Anyway, as Ive said I really like this. Its cleverly put together and the images are heartbreaking and dazzerling, you dont just have potiential, this is a masterpiece already.

pianos... love it.

you know, your poetry is really beautiful. you have to know this. so full of meaning, so full of feeling, even if one isnt exactly sure what the meanings or feelings are.

these poems just...get to me. i have to read more. i have to reread them until my eyes die. i dont know.

oh these poems. i love you.

Best. First. Stanza. Ever.

Love it, the title fits to the very fiber of this and the way it is written is poignant and amazing and - Oh. My. God. It induces me incoherent, just too damn pretty.

Lovely, lovely.

~* Noelle

i seriously think this is the best thing you have ever written.

god that first stanza is amazing.

and not everything has to make sense

I liked it... it was nice. I wish I could express the extent of my liking to you, but it's such a passive thing. It was beautiful.

Goodthings,

TMO

This is so fucking gorgeous. Seriously, I love every part of it, all bias aside. "how deep can i look into / a piano who's depth is measured by it's pianist?" Brilliant line, although "who's" should be "whose" and "it's" should be "its". Fucking hell this is such a good poem.

marie

I really like it. It's tough to figure out, but I think it's about wanting something more...I really love this. I love the musical references. I'm overwhelmed.

-Xero