Ring

sometimes i am frustrated that i cannot pamper my hands

and layer them with twinkling diamonds and stoic gold

and coat my nails with hues of beauty

but then i remember it is because i am a pianist

and that i can layer my music and coat on dynamics

and then i don't feel so bad 

because making beautiful music is worth so much more than beautiful hands

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