Play Me a Song Piano Man

This poem was inspired by the live piano music played in the open foyer of the bottom floor at the Duke Cancer Center. Starting around mid-morning, the pianist took his/her place, and the sound resonated throughout the open stairway. It could be heard from all four floors. The pianist was different each time, but the sound was so refreshing. Piano music is such a great addition to the ambiance. I am sure it promotes healing.

Piano Music
Fingers flowing gracefully across the ivory keys,
Pianists appear to play their instruments with such ease,
The piano makes a beautiful sound, each note is its very own,
But together the notes comprise a rich, unmistakable tone,
Two gifted hands performing together in perfect harmony,
I close my eyes; my mind drifts away to a place that’s totally free,
I am not musically inclined, but still, I am aware of this,
A piano instrumental is a source of soothing bliss,
I hear an old familiar song, as the hammers hit the strings,
I can’t describe what joyfulness the experience truly brings,
If only I could play myself, I’d play ‘til my heart’s content,
I would play “Somewhere Over the Rainbow, at a big event,
I’d wear a fancy ballgown with sequins to reflect the light,
I’d still be playing diligently until late into the night,
If I could play, I’d ask each listener for a particular request,
Then I’d play the songs they wanted; the ones they liked the best,
This is a fantasy I’ve created; sheet music is foreign to me,
But I do appreciate the artists who play so eloquently.

Tammy Harvey
Written: 5/3/18