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Piano Keys MAG
The angelic sound paints itself into my mind.
The undoubting rhythm of Largo.
In a moderato, my fingers sway across
white and black.
The song has a ring so gentle and lovely
Canon comes to mind and I play.
And I play, my eyes drift shut.
A memory cuts into my drift and harder now I play and I play.
A wise saying crosses my memory, reminding me of something.
And my eyebrows furrow out of confusion.
Then suddenly I have the urge to clench my teeth and start all over again.
The angelic sound burns into my brain.
The unforgettable notes of Étude imprint themselves and now …
And now I seek a better song.
Across the white keys I play, then a black
and another white.
I play, play, play.
How I simply love to play!
Playing the Entertainer I get a joyful bounce to wash away earlier thoughts.
I sit alone in my room and play.
The keys to my piano, my eyes enjoy
what they see.
I play and I continue to like it.
So I play Hungarian dance on my piano keys.