It's all at her finger tips,
and at her signal, all will sing out.
The keys are ivory and her fingers float,
waiting, right above them.
Ready for the world to hear, ready to unleash the beauty that all are waiting for.
This is her time,
this is the time where when she plays, and all the world listens.
And oh, how beautiful it sounds.
1 comment:
that is me. that is me right there. that is how i feel.
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