#playing piano

[natureaestheticdreams]

@natureaestheticdreamsfor for more 🥜

[huariqueje]

Glassworks II - Louise Janet , 2023.

French , b. 1999 -

Oil on canvas , 26 x 36 cm.

[heartnosekid]

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[debdarkpetal]

[justarandomgirly]

[her-penetrating-soul]

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🤍 ‿⚘Stroking the keys of my piano, losing into each note of my lyrics. Feeling the keys beneath the keys of my frailness, my feet underneath feeling the hymns beneath me. I am whirling deeply within my oceanic soul. Did you know that I started writing for you? I had put my pen down many years ago. Did you know I started writing lyrics for you? I hadn't written lyrics. Did you know I would sing to the top of my lungs for you? You became my muse. My inspiration. My sonnets. I hadn't played my piano in so long I didn't think I'd remember. Yet when you walked into my life. I felt a lightning strike my chest when our souls merged together as one. I felt liberated through all my passions I had left a long time ago. I began to pick up those things I had so long ago left that I'm the mist of times. I began to live in you. You woke me up from the numbness I had been feeling for more than decades. I was lost in her frailness of the light. I felt for so long like I was drowning. Till my inner light brought your stillness of darkness into my world. I saw before glimpses of who I was once. A singer, a poet, a dancer, a writer. My passions that I had left so long ago. These are the things I love with an enormous passion. They are my entire definition of my entire oceanic soul. That yes, at times I whirl, I am tormented at times by all that I'm feeling. You pierced yourself into my crevices. I never knew how dead I was till you caressed your darkly moonlight into my wilted light. I knew then I had to start singing again because my voice had to be heard. I am a singer of my own frails. I elope into my words that I feel when I gaze into one of my frails. It takes me into the notion that those frails are feeling. I picked up my pen to write once more for I was born to write, to be a poet of life, love light, darkness, vulnerability, passions, purity, impurity, of those hidden desires I have as a woman. I started dancing for music flows throughout my veins. "Music for my Soul," I became again. You showed me the way to come alive again with the gentleness of your dark soul. I realized you awoke my soul, which was faintly from my pains from long ago. Yes, I have loved & lost. They tainted my oceanic soul. Of being afraid of being seen. Yet you with your words that pierced my oceanic soul. Brought me back to life. Pouring out everything I have held for more then twenty three years. I am singing again, I am playing again, I am writing again.

Tis this I owe you for bringing me to my everlasting essences of beauty, art, & poetry. I will dive into my abyss. I will raise hell to the heavens gleam even if I am viewed differently. I don't care anymore because yes, I am. "Light yet I am Darkness to at the same time. I am not afraid to be heard, seen. If I am judged. All I can say is that if you haven't walked in my footprints, then keep your thoughts to yourself. I am a strong woman resilient. The trials in life made me this beautiful woman standing before you. Only I know my own tale. I have lived in love, light, sorrow, and vulnerability. I express muse through my writings, my music, life is beautiful. I may not be loved and adored by many. Yet I am not here to appease no one! I am here to please myself. My desires are from the innocence of live to the darkest desires. This is who I am. I can be painted in the light as well as her frailness of the moonlight. I am not bewildered anymore. This is me take it or leave it. I am distinctive. I will love fiercely. This is how I love. Take me as I am. Or leave me me be. I will love life the way I see fit. Whether those around don't see my inner beauty. I was born into the Light. I walk into the Light, I am Light. Yet I was also born into the darkness, I walked into the darkness, caressing her gentleness, and I was born into the darkness. I am a distinctive soul that roars to the beauty of the constallions. Light cab bever runs fast enough to see light. Light will always encounter the darkness. Two worlds apart, yet two souls subdued into one. I am a romantic at heart. I can pierce your soul with my words. Yet my words carry meaningful feelings. You'll never be loved like I can love you. No one knows, europhia untill you've caressed the depth of my oceanic soul. You'll never experience a love so pure yet impure like mime. I'm the absent colors of White & Black and all the colors that make the rainbow. I am firece into the storms into my oceanic roaring soul for you.

The shimmer of your darkly soul captivated mine. Not all the wines can drunken my soul. Not all the nicotine in the world can surpass all of what I'm feeling in the depth of my crevices. I feel more alive in her frailness. Even if it's a world that doesn't exist. I will make my own world of my light & darkness delights. I'll be echoed into the twilight delights. I will flourish in my own beauty. I a world full of sorrow. I am that raduate light that embarks your life's journey. I will disturb your darkness. I will raise hell. I will caress both heaven & hell. Blast this emotion I am feeling. Yes, you loom at yourself. I'm the mirror you captivated this heart of mine. I will make our own palace of endearing love. Take me as I am. For the heavens don't want me for I'd be a loud melody never heard before. Hell wouldn't want me since I'd be restricted, for I'd raise on earth just to get a glimpse of your shimmering moonlight bestowed upon me. I am fire, draped upon the firey dragons. I'm a cat gentle, mischievous, playful, and loving. I am embedded into all these emotions that roar from my inner depth. I'm not here for validation. I am here for my own bliss. My own paleness of the stillness of both the skies delights and the moonlight delights. Take me as I am for when I love. I live with an intensity. I am a hungry oceanic soul waiting to fed. To lose myself into you. Take ke as I am or leave be. I will not settle for crumbs. I tesrn for all of you. Or nothing at all. I will not be a red roses for someone who craves the attention of weeds. I solely will ge a ved of roses for the one who will only want, crave, yearn for me. Only me. If I'm not enough for your thirst, then leave me be. For the right one will hunger for only me. I will not settle for pieces of your shoes. I long to dive into your seas. Slash your seas upon the waves of my oceanic soul awaiting to he loved by you. I will wait in the mist. Till you choose me. Until then, I will rise, I will flourish, I will blossom into a mesmerizing masterpiece never heard or seen, and then, I'll be waiting for you! Ready to be loved unconditionally solely by ME!⚘⁀🤍

Written: April 6th, 2024

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[ciccerone]

Makima by nenem

[austinslounge]

Omg not this man playing piano 🎹

😭🥺

This is so lovely ❤️ I love seeing him play music. He's so musically talented.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Zacarías González Velázquez (Spanish, 1763-1834) Manuela González Velázquez playing the piano, Detail, 1820

[umi-no-onnanoko]

[kpop-bbg]

[gracie-bird]

Grace Kelly playing piano at the set of "Rear Window" in 1954.

[agirl-whosold-theworld]

[onarangel]

Playing piano...

[debdarkpetal]

Freddie live on stage on the North American 'A Day At The Races' tour at Madison Square Garden in New York on February 5, 1977. Photo by Richard E. Aaron.

[olives-and-lilies]

So there’s been something in the works, @malevolentbigbang has happened, the results are in!

I got to work with the lovely @jay-jay-bird, our writer with a truly wicked skill for tactile imagery and sneaky foreshadowing, and @butzenscheibe, another damn good artists (the color control, seriously!)

Here are my humble additions, to this beautiful fic

[ID: A digital painting of Arthur Lester leaning on a counter with a mug in hand. He has long brown hair, a goatee, and bright blue eyes. He’s wearing a white tank top that shows his freckled arms, and his head is cocked playfully to the side, mouth open, cheeks blushing. In front of him stands John Doe, seen from the back. He has slicked-back blonde hair and is wearing a striped collared shirt. He holds a copy of The New York Times open in front of him. The words, “I’d probably just tie you down,” are written across the top of the image, and a blue broken circuit symbol emanates from Arthur. End ID]

[ID: a digital painting of a close up of piano keys with two hands resting on them. On the left is Arthur’s right hand, and on the right is John’s left hand. They are not quite close enough to touch, but Arthur’s pinky is slightly extended toward John’s. End ID]

[ID Left: Digital painting of Arthur’s shirtless back from the neck to the waist. John’s hands are cinching the knots on a black shibari rope harness that wraps around Arthur’s torso and pins his arms back. The scene is bathed in warm golden firelight. End ID]

[ID Right: Digital painting of Arthur in profile, from the shoulders up. He is shirtless, and part of a rope harness is visible around his arm. His lips are parted and he is looking back at John, who has his mouth to Arthur’s ear and one hand wrapped around Arthur’s chin. End ID]

[ID: Digital painting of John and Arthur’s hands. John is reaching for Arthur’s wrist, which has a faint red mark around it. Text: “‘You are an uncompromising man, Arthur Lester.’ John caught hold of Arthur’s wrist, gently running his thumb over the marks left by the rope. His calloused fingertips caught on each slight indentation, a match-strike touch that sent sparks across his skin. ‘And yet you offer yourself to me, when you would yield to no one else in the numberless worlds. Your faith is more precious than gold; it tastes sweeter than any wine. To a god, there is no greater gift than that.’” End ID]

Shoutout to @genderfluid-draws for helping me with the IDs, they are not my strong point and druid is absolutely next level at them