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The hands that float across her majesty,
The haze of notes and chords that inexplicably blur.
An elegance in which doesn’t hesitate
To let the tingling music stir.
Your heart canters freely
Along with the unblemished tones.
Your soul roams wild,
Feeling all but alone.
A wonderfully controlled way to release your raging monster
Into something so melodic, something so controlled.
It’s the most divine form of explicitly transporting
Inappropriate feelings into something worthier by tenfold.
Light rain from heaven cometh from afar, lavishing down to hard-packed earth.
Tender hands skimming across the keyboard.
Silver ripples of alluring tunes
Emanate from the musical Lord.
Feelings of despair dissipate
When the tunes skirr your heartstrings.
Seeping through the silhouettes of the moon
reflected on the polished mahogany,
You begin to truly discern a music’s genuine meaning.
Forevermore, you wish wholeheartedly to keep those same feelings.