His Magic fingers
Effortlessly
Run through
These ebony and ivory keys
Producing each time
A melody so unique
A maestro
Endowed with
The celestial gift of
A perfect pitch,
Instantly replaying
Any tune heard
To near perfection
With a passion
So distinct
To his profession.
© 2016
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