The Keys

piano keys

When the hard work came

and fingers fell flat

in dyslexic stumbles

at the stern reminders

of the metronome

who eyed her sharply

over dog-eared pages,

it didn’t feel as though

she had been handed

the keys to the kingdom.

It would take thousands

of chromatic notes to scale

that mountain, thousands

of butchered melody lines

to bind chords of muscle memory

and visual acuity into

harmonious union,

inversions ringing

as theory sang its way

into practise.

She couldn’t tell you

when the notes began to stir

something more than

soured milk in her soul,

when the melodies

sank into her bones

and played her heart-strings

in tones of salvation songs;

all she knows is that

these keys have unlocked

Rapunzel’s gate,

releasing the Muse,

and fingering their well-worn

skin ignites her own

with a song

that beats in her breast

with the sound

of her own

pulse.

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28 comments on “The Keys

  1. Heidi Viars says:

    I can almost hear the sound, Melody! Wonderfully peaceful! Thanks

  2. russtowne says:

    I love it! My favorite lines:

    when the notes began to stir

    something more than

    soured milk in her soul

    So much message in 3 small lines!

    Bravo, Melody!

    Russ

  3. Sissym says:

    Melody, that sounds like a good song! 🙂

  4. Caddo says:

    WOWZA–the journey in a poem about music!

  5. So truly beautiful Melody! It is so nice to embrace your words again! Thanks also for visiting me on twitter, I will do the same with you! Your spirit shines so very brightly in your words…have a wonderful weekend my sister! God bless!

  6. Love this!
    “it didn’t feel as though/ she had been handed/ the keys to the kingdom.”

    • melodylowes says:

      And you know – we have all been handed the keys to the kingdom, haven’t we? But until the day that all is settled for eternity comes, we plunk away, making mistakes, awkward in our earthly body suits, aching to make heavenly music. What a conundrum…

  7. And this: “It would take thousands/ of chromatic notes to scale/ that mountain, thousands/ of butchered melody lines/ to bind chords of muscle memory/ and visual acuity into/ harmonious union,/ inversions ringing/ as theory sang its way/ into practise.”

    Ok, I love the whole thing. You have captured my life-long love/hate/love relationship with music.

    • melodylowes says:

      🙂 It’s quite a life metaphor, isn’t it – all the hard work and learning and development, where effort assures some measure of success. I have been blessed to see it all over again in my daughter, who pays piano beautifully now that she is past the beginner phase… hehe

  8. elizabeth says:

    You are amazing!

  9. Gallivanta says:

    The power of music : )

  10. Gallivanta says:

    And the power of good holiday that revitalizes our being.

  11. Brings to memory the hours of practice hours I had! But there’s an analogy to daily living ~ that’s my opinion. Faithfully Debbie

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