Music Notes

It's a thrill to place warm fingers on cold keys

Feel ridges and cracks and character

Just close your eyes and breathe in 

Pour out your soul into the music like pouring water into a glass

 

The first note...oh, there it is 

Lower your right foot and let the sound shimmer 

It's sparkling and dancing, but fading

More fingers send new notes spinning into play

 

It's a thrill to be a god

Control the keys like a puppetmaster

Just close your eyes and breathe in

Pour out your heart into the music like pouring water into a glass

 

The first chord...oh, there it is

Move one finger and feel the sound change

It's hovering and wavering, but fading

More vigor creates richness and power

 

It's a thrill to follow the music

Perhaps you are not a god after all

Just close your eyes and breathe in

Pour out your mind into the music like pouring water into a glass

 

The last note...oh, there it is

Take your head and put it to the wood

Listen to the heartbeat of the piano

Fly away on music note wings

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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