Like Chopin - Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Play me like Chopin
Tickle my keys
Show me possibilities
Open my scales.
Be my composer.
Write me a melody.
Support it with an orchestra
But let me rise above.
With a little bit of teasing
My hammers will dance for you
My tone will enchant you
My vibrations will fill your hall.
So play me like a maestro.
For sitting behind me
Fingers hovering over my ivories
You may finally find your symphony.
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