The music flowing out of my soul and pouring into my music.
The dark polished wood cover
Lifted into place
I take my seat on the bench
I’m ready
My fingers running lightly
Over those ivory keys
My heart is lifting, lifting
Higher and higher
Sharp accents
Bold and flashy
smooth and slow
soothing my soul
Music matches my mood
Music tells a story
I tell you my story
On those ivory keys
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