Post by Artemis on Aug 1, 2009 15:39:08 GMT -5
I know what enchanted
Means,
When my fingers fall so easily into place,
And the glossy black paint gleams.
The white ivory keys, cold to any fingers
But mine,
Feel so warm and familiar
Over time.
A composer's pride, a musician's dream,
A listener's awe;
The grand piano takes it
All.
My heart begins to soar as I begin
To play;
The music springing from my fingertips
Are words my feelings cannot say.
So beautifully the sweet music
Flows;
I'll forever play until my energy
Goes.
Should you wonder where I am,
Know,
That I sit alone playing my
Grand piano.
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