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"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks" ~Plutarch


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The Finger’s Magnet
We can’t help ourselves
All ten of us
Those pearly white keys are magnets
They elicit us from our shells


As we gently stroke their beautiful skin
A sound so pure and powerful is born

The river of notes stream into the ears
It is a miracle
We insist on playing more

Until our bodies are soar

But even then we do not stop

We are addicted to those keys

It is our drug
The “high” it gives us is like no other

It is sensational

Indescribable

Sometimes we hop merrily as we play an upbeat minuet
Other times a beautiful ballad carries us gracefully along the keyboard

Either way we play with compassion

Our love for the keys is grand
A grand piano is where they stand
They give us purpose
They feed us with hope
They fill us with love


The Piano’s Perspective
As the fingers stroke me gently
I hear my beautiful sound
And watch the ears listen intently
As the fingers stroke me gently
My keys know no differently
Magic surrounds
As the fingers stroke me gently
I hear my beautiful sound





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