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Keys
February 1, 2019
Her hands with no bones,
Effortlessly on the white and black
Glazed rectangles.
Barely touching its surface,
Made countless sounds
They were comforting for my ears.
Shadows of her hands curved over the
ups and downs of keys
Eyes closed and completely
Engulfed by the melody.
It echoed through her,
from walls,
And to me.
I absorbed every note and sound.
The whole room vibrated as it
Reflected the sound waves
But I sat still,
Watching.
© Melanie M., Worthington, OH
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I have watched my sister play the piano for many years and I have loved every musical piece she has played. Only when I grew up I really understood how difficult and beautiful piano really is and how much she loves it. I wrote this piece with her in mind.