Ok, this one was begging to be written, and so here it is, I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, and it's really quickly written, so any con crit would be great!

Pianist

Music floats softly from dancing fingers
A lonely sound of loss and pain

A life left barren, broken, crying out

The music continues, spinning its tale
Invading the heads and hearts of all around

A symphony of remorse and regret

Notes are read, played, and forgotten
Much like the heart of the one playing

You know pain and fear, they control you

The music runs out, no more hiding
Turning to your captive audience, a brief smile

Maybe there is hope here after all

Beautifully job- I love it. Last line is awesome - this poem has a wonderful balance of being both light and dark, really captures a moment.

Can't offer you any criticism because I think it's perfect just as it is. But I can say write more -as well as throwing stuff, doing you're way too many subjects at college and transcribing- I'm sure you have time! :)

*sends you a couple of my free hours*

Cheers

Benj

I agree with Benj, perfect the way it is. Very nice Taru!! You do have a nice touch and balance that I think captures House, as he is the same way. Dark yet light flows in and out on occasion, illuminating the possibilities.

Gee, almost sounds like I know what I'm doing :blink: . Anyhow, I'm glad to see you back to writing! :D

Keeping all those ideas crammed in your brain is a bad thing, it'll make your brain explode eventually! Now at this time of year that may be a very cool party trick but you can only do it once and you're just not the same after that! ;) :lol: