Instrumental Mind
I see her.
I see her everyday.
She sits down in front of me and gets ready to play.
She closes her eyes tight; she breathes in with all her might.
Then...when she presses her first key everything goes away.
It is just me and her in the room.
The music begins to bloom.
It spreads everywhere, every corner, every crack, and it does not lack that powerful vibe!
It is a melody as strong as the human mind.
Not only does my music give a powerful lecture, it paints a powerful picture!
This poem is about:
Me