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My fingers on the keys...
The keys, black and white.
Blank, no sound.
Waiting for rivers of
melodies to be played.
Running my fingers
along the dusty wood.
Wondering what sorts
Of things I can do.
I hear the music.
I feel the integrity.
I am the softness.
I strike a key…
No sound comes out.
I tap a key...
The vibe sings.
Madness is in me.
The keys play songs,
filled with hatred,
glee, hatred, glee.
I stop.
The keys, black and white.
Loud, luscious sound.
Waiting for a break to
take place.
I am the softness...
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