Wordless Expression

Fiction By Kyleigh // 11/24/2008

His hands are poised above ivory-white keys. The room seems to hold its breath as the pianist waits, ready, waiting.

One hand touches the keys, and then he places the other. His hands press down, softly, gently, and beautiful music is released. His body sways and shoulders rock back and forth as his fingers flow gracefully across the keys, left, right, forward, back… his head nods in time to the sonata, and his eyes close as the music consumes him. Note after note he plays, peacefully, quietly.

The air in the room seems to make the audience drowsy, many caught in time with his swaying. Entranced, hypnotized, captivated by the soothing beauty of the composition.

A minor key conveys the tears welled up inside of life, the sorrow. It cries and wails, weeping for what was and what can no longer be. Please, please, it say sometimes, heart aching for comrades or yearning for things to stay the same, for maybe, maybe, just a little longer. The tears fall from the pianist’s eyes, remembering, wishing. He sighs as his shoulders move, his face contorted in the memories of his past. Gently, the tears give way to joy as they weaken, those sorrows gone forever, but still locked in the notes of the music.

Then a loud crescendo brings everyone awake! His fingers now pounding as they fly across the keys! Just as quickly, the music dies away so it can barely be heard, fading away into the distance… going, going, going… One last note resounds in the room, and the pianist stops, almost freezing in place. His hands fall to his lap, and he sits still as beads of sweat drip down his forehead. He breathes heavily, but then he smiles.

What a grand and joyous thing, the expression of the soul through the wonders of music. A wordless expression, now strong and loud, now painfully yearning for freedom from sorrow. Smiles and joy, tears and heartache. Anger! Jealousy! It becomes a pounding escape from the world, or a gentle release from the stresses of life. The agonizing movement and performance, such feeling in silently expressed words! Silent, yet portraying such great emotion.

A simple black and white, revealing the color in live. A withdrawal from the world, or an explanation of feeling. Cold, heavy days, leaves swirling down in circles, children, playing outside. … the stories of life, written without words.

The pianist stands and bows as the applause grows, then silently leaves, knowing that his story has been told.

His story a wordless expression, yet that of the soul, the gift of music.


This is SO beautiful,

This is SO beautiful, Kyleigh. I'll have to keep this in mind whenever I practice my piano pieces. :)
"Ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?...Morons."

Clare Marie | Mon, 11/24/2008

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Wow, Kyleigh! I love

Wow, Kyleigh! I love this...I know exactly what you mean, I just never could've put it the way you did!
But he didn't live happily ever after because he was a fairy-tale non-conformist
~Duncan MR

Heather | Tue, 11/25/2008

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

This is beautiful. The words

This is beautiful. The words you used to show the "wordless expression" and feeling in music. Someone wrote these songs with a picture or a certain idea in mind, and the way a pianist plays that piece is showing what he feel and pictures. You did very well! How did you think of this?

"Sunny, bite the head off of that elf!" (Violet Baudelaire)

The Brit | Tue, 11/25/2008

Thank you!

Thank you all... this was really fun to write, but yes, Heather, sometimes I couldn't express it either, there are some things that didn't work quite as I had hoped.

The Brit - I thought of it while practicing piano, I got kind of carried away while practicing. ;) But a good kind of carried away.

Kyleigh | Tue, 11/25/2008

That was beautiful! I've

That was beautiful! I've never heard music described that way before, however.
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Sarah | Tue, 11/25/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

great job

You've got some lovely descriptive language in this one. It makes me miss my piano - hmmm.... maybe I'll ask for a keyboard for christmas ;)

Christa | Tue, 11/25/2008


Brilliant capture of the beauty of music.
However, I still do not regret quitting piano. It just wasn't my thing. But I still listen to it 24/7 with my mom and sisters constantly playing...
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Anna | Tue, 11/25/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


This was really good, Kyleigh! How did you do it? It was just so beautiful I can't imagine how you did it!
P.S. I read the "Last Goodbye" and I really liked it. I would have commented on it, but there was some spam on it and I.... well, you know. Both of these stories were really great. Good job!;)
"My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy?"--Westley

Kendra | Mon, 03/30/2009

"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

This is beautiful! I love

This is beautiful! I love the way you described everything. You had me enthralled. I read this when my mom had some piano playing the backround, and it helped to draw me in even more.

"As first things always come first, I will start with the first thing" Kendra

Alecia | Tue, 03/31/2009

It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister

This is lovely. I really

This is lovely. I really like it. I wish I could write like this.

"Here are the beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron." C.S.Lewis

airlia | Tue, 03/31/2009

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
General George S. Patton


Beautiful piece, Kyleigh! I really like the ending. It's lovely. :) And Beethoven is amazing! :D

Brianna | Tue, 03/31/2009

"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa

From a piano player...

Yup, that's what it's like, sometimes. ;)

"A simple black and white, revealing the color in live. A withdrawal from the world, or an explanation of feeling. Cold, heavy days, leaves swirling down in circles, children, playing outside. … the stories of life, written without words."
I love this part...

Sarah B. | Tue, 03/31/2009


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