my fingers are warm. The keys are cool
Stepping up and down, up and down, left and right.
There's a beat -- a steady pulse I can feel in my fingrtips.
It echoes the beats of my heart -- in waves
The pulse makes my fingerprints swell, then sink back into the skin with the moving of my blood
My fingers are quick, but they release color
a piano's not just black and white anymore
A sharp biting d like yellow streams
and a cool soft g like an echo of blue
Sharp, flat, mix in some gray-- soft stone gray
of the plunk, the bounce, the drop. The pitch.
Just one note can be enough.
Enough to run its color through the very heart of me.












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Listen to the Music of the Night
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The beginning is the most important part of the work~ Plato
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