BLISS OF A YOUNG AMATEUR

She sits on the couch and read the solfa
She strikes the keys in melody that
Blazes sparkle in unity
As though she teaches her mother
How to make love out of stress
Listening, observing and singing away
The pains from self to the air

In the beats of her piano

She is a living expediter of love,
Who kisses her soul into music
To warm
Her blood and forget the tear and wear
The world caused.

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