The Song

June 22, 2009
By OurFrost GOLD, Galt, California
OurFrost GOLD, Galt, California
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I can't count the number of times that
My fingers have run over these keys,

I can't count the number of time that
My fingers have formed this melody...

Played with passion and feeling, it burns
Turning into something more. I can feel
Myself captivated By the Power, soaring through
The notes that my eyes have gazed over
Countless times, I can feel it...
I think, Something must be there...
A girl spinning around the room and
The piano shaking under my touch...

I think I can feel it, for a second
Its there, but then after a minute
Its gone... Vanishing along with the last note.


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