To Swell
I sit on my padded bench
and examine the ivory keys
I breathe in the smell of old wood
and I stretch my hands with ease
The pedal creaks below my foot
despite the gentleness of my press
I dwell on the sound of silence
and the feeling of sadness suppress
Temptation runs through my nerves
and my chest aches to fill that space
But I refuse to start until ready
I do not show passion without grace.
The arpeggios commence
and I can breathe once more
My heart beat swells beyond my ribs
exhilaration fills my core
Dissonant and stress
are relieved by triads and resonance
The most beautiful part of this movement
is the silence held and the hesitance.
Each meaningful press,
with the following hardly able to wait
the build starts in my shoulders
and breaks into a hearty gait
The tempo trots excitedly
and swells when relief succumbs
the sound flows emphatically
I lose control over my fingers and thumbs
Released by melody and cadence
my fingers led by intuition
If you asked me what relief is
this is my definition.
- Trinity Althoff