My Soul

I sit down and get ready.

I play one note, then a second, then a third,

and then I'm playing the entire song.

My fingers glide across the keys

of my black and white life.

It feels me with lust unlike any other

passion that I have persued.

 

My soul is my music and my music my soul.

I put every bit of emotion

into each single note in the piece.

It becomes a part of my being

and my audience is moved by it.

They gaze at me in wonder

watching me do what I do best.

 

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