Lithe like little girls:
the crystalline notes
in the clear air…
like phosphorescent fireflies
frolic in the night-sky…
tiptoe gracefully in balletic musicality,
playfully upon each piano key, then
leap…
like the hopscotch on the pavement
of my cheerful childhood:
soaring…
in an abyss of musical resonance:
the sublime calligraphy of piano-keys…
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