The Pipes (Lyric Poem)The man sat at the keys, taking in the ink,The Pipes (Lyric Poem) by ~flintlockwood123
As air rushed up and down the vast hall.
And hands poised over the keys like spiders,
His instrument of choice stood, towering over his head.
Reading through the last of the notes,
And delicately moving his hands,
He took a breath, took a stance,
And let his fingers fall.
The noise that vibrated through the hall
Was one of fear yet power,
It rang through the empty hall,
Like ghosts run when they flee.
The roars came out of hundreds of pipes,
As tall and grand as houses,
All with wide and gaping mouths,
Like a choir singing, long and loud.
The vibrant sounds sent chills up the spine,
Distributing power through the chancel walls.
And the man's hands glided over the keys,
The bass punched hard and strong by his feet.
And as he played this granduer beast,
The notes flowed together,
Forming pictures in his mind.