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Nov 2011
Aged patina of ivory keys.

Chipped at the corners.
Black and white worn.

Still, as always,
able to coax beautiful notes
From willing keys.

To lighten the mood
or heighten suspense.
Notes tumbling one after another.

Each key, a single note.
When enchanted
able to suspend reality
in concert with its kinsman.
Inspired by this photo....http://pinterest.com/pin/373531200/
Judy Ponceby
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Judy Ponceby  Ohio, USA
(Ohio, USA)   
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