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Jun 2012
Still and silent,
it sits grandly in the middle of the room,
waiting to be brought to life,
polished ivory,
shiny black and white,
lid lifted and strings visible.

She walks in the door,
it's time now to begin what's been waited for,
the seat creaks as she opens the top,
pulling a book of music out,
and begins to play the beautiful instrument.

Note after note,
the sound resonates,
throughout the space,
filling the void.

Pushing the foot pedals,
she creates many different incredible sounds,
as her fingers lightly move up and down the keys,
she smiles,
and people come to watch her,
not only her,
but the piano as well.
I actually wrote this as an assignment for school a while back. Don't know if you could really call it an ode, but it seemed to have turned out fine. :)
Amber
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