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What brings me to a state of tranquility and relief Are the sweet, youthful harmoniesDelivered from a melodic instrument made of polished carved woodWhat a beau
The sudden crash of a chord Entwined still with soft melody Long, slender fingers dance On black and white
The sun squeezes through the tiny square in the upper corner of the practice room. I sit on the dusty tile floor. I watch her setup notes for today.