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Piano

May 13, 2010
By dragon-rider BRONZE, Andover, Massachusetts
dragon-rider BRONZE, Andover, Massachusetts
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As I press on the keys
You sing to me
You accompany me
Clear,
Crisp,
Your spell falls upon me
I feel as if I have not done anything
Music was flowing thru my fingers
Cradling me in chords and notes
The music stops
Not knowing what had happened
The piano sits there waiting for applause
I loved it
Thanks to you I can find my inner self



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on Jul. 20 2010 at 1:59 pm
writer62 SILVER, Springfield, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
" in order to be the best you have to play the best, in order to play the best you must practice the best, in order to practice the best you must practice the most. Practice is the key to being the best!"

good job. music is a wonderful thing, way to capture it in a beautiful poem, great job. Keep writing <3

sunshine said...
on Jun. 28 2010 at 8:34 am
such a beautiful poem.  Music really bring joy to the soul