The Piano God MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The golden melodies float through the air

taking my breath away and thrilling me

from head to toe. Shivers of delight

course through my body as my God,

my black and ivory savior speaks.

Sometimes It roars in anger, or sings in prayer.

It screams with excitement or floats with thoughts

of love and peace. Only the priest, his hands

flying over his alter, can make It speak

as he wants It to. Silence from my God,

and my shrine fills with the thunder of

mere mortals praising my God, and His priest.

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