The Pianist

Wed, 05/29/2013 - 13:49 -- dkim117

Night after night, he returns in my dreams.
His nimble fingers glide over the keys.
His elegant hands move around freely.
An angel of music sits before me.

He calmly bounces along with the beat.
I watch him enter his own little world.
He cannot see or hear anyone else;
Only he and his piano exists.

I'm inevitably captivated.
His pure spirit draws me in powerfully.
I feel helpless under his magic spell.
I've fallen deep in love with his first note.


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