The Piano
My hands rest on the black and white keys.
I marvel and wonder at the sound
This majestic instrument
Allows me to coax out of it.
So comfortably my hands fit the weighted keys
like a perfectly tailored suit.
Beautifully;
Dynamically;
I play.
Everything else goes away;
Leaving only me,
The music,
The piano.
Not too shabby for ten minutes, if I do say so myself.
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