The Song of the Pianist
His fingers sail across the keys.
With each touch of white or black
Notes ring out
In a unique melody.
With each touch of white or black,
Pressed gently yet deliberately,
In a unique melody,
A story is told.
Pressed gently yet deliberately,
Wanting to be heard,
A story is told
In a nostalgic tone.
Wanting to be heard,
Notes ring out
In a nostalgic tone.
His fingers sail across the keys.
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