**the Piano Chords** - Poem by Marieta Maglas
You play the piano chords
In this sonata as well as
In the music of Prokofiev,
Emphatically catching the music's mood.
Fingers seem to stick the keys,
And the keys seem to direct the fingers,
When the thumbs move under them.
You both look like a single being,
The piano seemingly breaks the sounds.
They penetrate my soul, while
Searching for the necessary words.
I understand the story of your feelings.
Dedicated to Richard Clayderman.
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