The Piano

He looks intently at the piano,
To find where his fingers will play,
He delicately glides over the keys,
Like a bird on a bright summers day.
Feelings arise,
And his emotions let free,
His eyes calm,
As if all is at ease.
The improvisation,
Of everything— from nothing;
All is a dream.





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