The Pianist

Over the keys her fingers flew
She knew this is nothing new.
Joy was what she felt,
And their hearts did melt,
When she played the songs she knew.

The keys moved up and down
Black and white sitting on golden brown.
Happiness was what she felt,
And their hearts … Continue Reading

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