Piano or forte, how does it matter? Or how does it feel?
Soft or loud? Press down and the keys push back.
Resistance.
God in the machine
Good in the person
Press on.
The work gets harder.
The noise is harsh.
The keys hold the power.
In the center lies the music, that sweet spot - freedom.
Press on!
© Gay Reiser Cannon - 3-8-18
All Rights Reserved
Love the divine inside the machine, wish I could play like that, but I'm powerless to the keys... love the jazzy feel of the poem
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bjorn. This is absolutely stunning!
ReplyDeleteWitty, delightful and says far more the more you read it. As someone who was never very good at piano playing, this brings back a lot of memories...
ReplyDeleteI like the play on words in
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Good in the person'
and the resistance and power in the keys. That's what it felt like, learning to play!
Thank you. It's really a metaphor about resistance of all sorts. The clue is in the title. Tempo Rubato means playing freely without maintaining the marked tempo.
ReplyDeleteI like "the keys hold the power". God in you, overcoming the resistance of "the machine"
ReplyDeleteI love to hear that divine music ~ Press on! Good to see you, smiles!
ReplyDeleteSome of thee most beautiful music is made with plenty of rubato--you must play!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, everyday .. though it is tougher the older I get. It takes two hours to accomplish what I once did in one. (smiles). Thank you!
DeleteI like the description of that sweet center with freedom and music.
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ReplyDeleteLove it! Yes God is in the Machine. And we have the keys to Freedom! Great poem! Thank you
DeleteI love the title. I didn't know it was a musical expression and I read it as stolen time. Stolen from the constraints and conventions of daily life, maybe. It's a great metaphor—that's how I read it anyway. I was useless at the piano too, to my great regret.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that the instrument is "alive," and it is the combination of the player and the played, that make the music! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI like your clever write.
ReplyDeleteFreeing oneself from unnecessary restraints brings forth the sweet music of freedom.
Anna :o]
I admit to be envious of those who play the piano. How wonderful to feel that resistance, to search for the center sweet spot specific to the instrument, to make MUSIC. Thanks for your contribution to OLN!
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ReplyDeleteGod in the machine
Good in the person
Press on."
I don't know why, but I love this. My thoughts keep coming back to it.
God in the Machine. What a wonderful line and only a real musician would know that. glad to see you back, writing, Gay.
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Excellent !
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How true -- no music without the resistance. One must rubato -- keep calm and take the time. :)
ReplyDeleteIn the center lies the music,
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Let the music work out itself for it is the food of love with no hints of being impeded - play on!
Hank
"In the center lies the music. Press on." - without action there is no music. Inspirational read.
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