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Behind The Nothingness

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heavenlytouch

Published: Apr 10, 2012

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Behind The Nothingness

I used to play here everyday
Alone and with no light
Behind an ashen, big board
People calls as a piano

My fingers were dancing
With the old, cranky piano keys
And rhyming with all the chords and melodies I know
All the black and white
Became one amidst shadow

Behind the nothingness, I played wild
Raging and fighting against the false melodies
Sounded as I pressed the wrong parts of the song
This ears can never hear well
But my failures rang inside them
Clearly

Behind the nothingness, my fingers kept playing
Without audience to sit before me
Without clapping hands to sound appreciation
Without a figure or even a shadow
Than the overwhelming darkness around me

Neither do I know
I closed my eyes or opened them
But I kept rounding with the same song
To finish what I had started
Behind the nothingness I have

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What do you feel when your eyes are closed while you are playing a piano ? I've tried to do this before, and it was very very very hard for me to do that. But I believe that not by my eyes I can play a song, but with my true heart of music.
I wrote this based on NaPoWriMo 2012 prompt : What do you see when you close your eyes? Is there a whole new world hidden behind your lids, or do you see the expanse of black that lies within your cornea?

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