Piano Playing Daddy

January 25, 2011
By Anonymous

I listen to him play.
The same song each night.
I imagine how his fingers move
to the keys.
I dance along, and think how
great it would be if I could
play the beautiful music
I hear each night.

I listen to the melody, as I
drift to sleep.
I can’t remember one night he went wrong.
The sounds are so moving,
they make me forget
all about reality.

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