Heart Song - Poem by pickle juice
A piano sitting in an empty space,
The song in your heart starts to race.
You place your fingers upon the keys,
And the silence around you begins to cease.
An old guitar leans against the wall,
And that song in your heart starts to call.
You take it up and start to play,
So the notes blend together in a harmonic way.
A heart song isn't always expressed in a tune,
And doesn't ever reveal itself too soon.
It can be heard in the things that you do,
And with every adventure a note becomes new.
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