I thought it time to post a happier poem. I am a happy person, honest. I am happy, and healthy, and in love. And I happen to like pianos. Here you have my latest. Poem, not piano.
Place your fingers, gently, gently,
Slowly, slowly, strike a key,
Breathe in deeply: one, two, three,
Let the music set you free.
Slide your fingers over me,
Slightly brushing: one, two, three,
Hear the notes, but play the keys,
Show me, guide me, set me free.
A quiet C to follow G,
And then an A before a D,
Now you see the harmony
When you are you and I am me.
Soft and subtle fingertips
Glide upon my ivory skin,
Music plays without, within,
And so the chords repeat again.
Breathe in deeply: one, two, three,
Let the music set you free,
You as you and I as me
Create a piece of such beauty.
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I love this poem : )
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