Dear Daddy
There is so much more I could tell them about you and the loves in my life.But in writing I found what I was looking for all along. You see Im becoming more than 'the piano players daughter'.
I have stepped away from your shadow.Moved away from behind your limelight.
So many are the gifts you left me here in my heart. Like a treasure waiting to be unlocked. I open them one by one.In my genuine heart of sadness I weep for you. In my music and my songs I lament for you.I play alongside you now like I always wanted to do.Because you left the music in me.
I love you
Showing posts with label piano. Show all posts
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Monday, 9 March 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
The piano players daughter 4
Golden golden days. You are golden I am golden. The sun. My body on the warm sand. What joy.A whole day spent with you. You can not escape to your real love you are mine for a whole day. Take me to the edge of the sea where the warm foamy water tickles my toes and wet sand stays on my feet like a shoe.I love you. Cant you see. Give it to me give me your love.
He is gone to another shore in his mind.
Why didnt you teach me the piano? My hands were made to love it. Each key is me. When you play each sound is in my head. But the piano is yours alone, as is its mystery. I can not make it be my slave like you can.
I cant play the flight of the bumble bee.
But you can play it for me
Today will soon be over and she will lure you again.I will be forgotten to the bottom of the pile like yesterdays music sheet. I wish these golden days would last.
He is gone to another shore in his mind.
Why didnt you teach me the piano? My hands were made to love it. Each key is me. When you play each sound is in my head. But the piano is yours alone, as is its mystery. I can not make it be my slave like you can.
I cant play the flight of the bumble bee.
But you can play it for me
Today will soon be over and she will lure you again.I will be forgotten to the bottom of the pile like yesterdays music sheet. I wish these golden days would last.
The piano players daughter 3
Rain on window.
Misty images of you.
When you come home I will run to see you
but I will feel alone
How many keys are there on a piano? 88. You didnt tell me that because you dont tell me that kind of thing. I know because I count them everytime you play. I count them with my fingers when you are not around. Mostly I count them after the heat of your fingers have left them to me. Do you have to go out tonight daddy? I miss you so much. Rain on window slam the door droplets trickle down with the vibration of your leaving. My heart is pounding incase you dont return and then I will no longer be the piano players daughter. I will be no one at all.
My mind has become like the mist on the window. Blurred images of my life.
Dont bring anyone home
tonight daddy
I want to be alone.
They leave as they came. With their not my fault faces.Lips fresh from their wives and stolen on mine.But I am not here when they are and im still not here when they leave.
Misty images of you.
When you come home I will run to see you
but I will feel alone
How many keys are there on a piano? 88. You didnt tell me that because you dont tell me that kind of thing. I know because I count them everytime you play. I count them with my fingers when you are not around. Mostly I count them after the heat of your fingers have left them to me. Do you have to go out tonight daddy? I miss you so much. Rain on window slam the door droplets trickle down with the vibration of your leaving. My heart is pounding incase you dont return and then I will no longer be the piano players daughter. I will be no one at all.
My mind has become like the mist on the window. Blurred images of my life.
Dont bring anyone home
tonight daddy
I want to be alone.
They leave as they came. With their not my fault faces.Lips fresh from their wives and stolen on mine.But I am not here when they are and im still not here when they leave.
The Piano Players Daughter 2
Smoke filled bars and shadey rooms. You hold my hand roughly and drag me along the corridor. They know my name here. Are you the piano players daughter?Thats my name. Blank and simple and without complexity just how I like it. Then I can dissapear into the name and become annonymous. You cant see me. You dont see me.
You kiss me with your wiskery smile.I smell on you that smell which is imprinted on the cotton sheets of my mind. Left on the pillow where my head still lies.Daddy of mine. I follow you in a thousand places but I still cant find you.
A thousand men will see my face I am the gift you give them. To pay for your debts. I hope that you will win. But you never do.They lay money on my eyes for fun.The coins fall of like the sweat on their bodies. Gasping and panting and crying a name that is not mine. Because I am the piano players daughter.You can take my body but not my mind. Please dont take my mind. So I leave it in a place they cant find it. Locked up in a thousand corridors like this. Goodbye my love.
You kiss me with your wiskery smile.I smell on you that smell which is imprinted on the cotton sheets of my mind. Left on the pillow where my head still lies.Daddy of mine. I follow you in a thousand places but I still cant find you.
A thousand men will see my face I am the gift you give them. To pay for your debts. I hope that you will win. But you never do.They lay money on my eyes for fun.The coins fall of like the sweat on their bodies. Gasping and panting and crying a name that is not mine. Because I am the piano players daughter.You can take my body but not my mind. Please dont take my mind. So I leave it in a place they cant find it. Locked up in a thousand corridors like this. Goodbye my love.
The Piano Players Daughter 1
His long fingers caressed the keyboardBut they never caressed me
Only innapropriately
How can I tell you how much I loved him. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. With his black suit and tux. My stomach hurts I shouldnt be telling must stop now. No tell tell them. Write a story be anon.com.Oh dont make me tell them.
Her little voice falters when she speaks. He makes her lick the piano keys. Did you know piano keys taste.When I am alone with him he never speaks to me. He teaches me to communicate without words. Using eye contact I will know what to do at each given moment. He tries to tell me its a game, so I pretend I believe him. Im a mute. When we are in public he uses our special sign language. I am very well behaved. But you cant control me completely. You dont know my thoughts. One day I will be free.
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