Keyboards
A piano I played in younger days
when a moonlit sky shown down.
Never again will I know the depth
of music by my hands.
On a keyboard the music of my story
flows upon the page…
and I am content.
A piano I played in younger days
when a moonlit sky shown down.
Never again will I know the depth
of music by my hands.
On a keyboard the music of my story
flows upon the page…
and I am content.
Lovely.
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Thanks. π
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Youβre welcome
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I can relate to this Joelle.
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Our lives end up turning onto paths we never believed we’d be walking. π
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π Yep.
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Wow Joelle π Loved it
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Thanks. π
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