Piano Lesson

February 16, 2012
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The black and white keys lay waiting to be used
Their mystical gift concealed underneath
In its beauty, it’s a gift from a Muse
Crowned in glory by Apollo’s laurel wreath

Your fingers glide across the keys
With a gentle touch of a feathered wing
As wondrous as the seven seas
Light and free like a day in spring

Beautiful notes take to the wind
Caressing my face with that sweet song of yours
In harmony, the angels sing
A glorious melody, radiantly pure

Filling the air from ceiling to floor
A beautiful and enchanting work of art
The song you play of sweet adore
The melody that captivates my heart

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