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Apollo's Piano

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He gently places his fingers on my shiny white keys.
There is a love felt in his passion for music as if he loved a woman.


His hands were two cozy beds comforting me with every note played.

The sound I make dances into ears willing to hear.




Beautiful music is made with major and minor chords.
A C Major chord rings through like a bell letting him know I’m there.
What would I do if he left me alone…whine and weep?


All is good when happy land is flipped upside down.
BANG goes my lid as he slams it shut.




The darkness drags on many moments menacingly.




Sounds of a harp’s beautiful melodies surround me.



Angels sing as the darkness becomes darker.





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