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Colors
My imagination running wild
My fingers yearning to touch
These eighty-eight keys
There is no magic as such
I stretch out my fingers
My rigid stance relaxed
I press down my hands
And I play with my knack
A long line of heaven
Flows out of the strings
Nothing compares
To the sweet, sweet ring
Not simply black and white
Truly a spectrum of sound
In this state of solitude,
The music surrounds
Colors in the air
Flying overhead
Blessed are they
All this music that I have read
Sweat on my brow
Whilst sitting on my seat
Tingles running through my body
Traveling out of my feet
Spellbinding,
Mesmerizing,
Hypnotizing trance
More graceful,
More heartbreaking,
Than a ballerina’s dance.
High on music
High on life
I am awake
I am alive
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