Piano starts to play the contents of your life a masterpiece delivered by the composer of your mind
Playing joy and sorrow of life's story lovingly on its ivory keyboard of hopes and of dreams
Composition with its beginning, middle and end, it flows standing the test of time, penetrating your soul
Beauty of each note celebrating your entry into the world as if stalks majestically descending announcing your arrival
Up tempo pitch of harmonies in living enthused the dramas highlighted by firm fingers frantically pressing every note
Softly again we voyeur into old age, the experience of the piece capturing its audience imagination lasting impressions cosmic forces exploding
Minds composer energy sweating the pores of musical justice reaching its verdict you'll be the judge and jury
For when the piano starts to play close your eyes reach into yourself and be swept away.
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