So simple, black and white.
Pages and keys make musical flight.
I approach the bench with so much ease,
Movement in my fingers begs for release!
I sit, I breathe. Ready myself.
My spiritual life to be ripped off the shelf.
For here, I unwind, relax, and be still.
My God is with me, praise him, I will.
There is no comparison to the feeling of ivory,
Beneath my fingers, music lively,
Or somber, or meaningful. Anything goes.
Painted digits, frolicking to and fro.
My worries and doubts from me vanish.
Between black and white. Moments I cherish.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
So simple, black and white.
Pages and keys make musical flight.
I approach the bench with so much ease,
Movement in my fingers begs for release!
I sit, I breathe. Ready myself.
My spiritual life to be ripped off the shelf.
For here, I unwind, relax, and be still.
My God is with me, praise him, I will.
There is no comparison to the feeling of ivory,
Beneath my fingers, music lively,
Or somber, or meaningful. Anything goes.
Painted digits, frolicking to and fro.
My worries and doubts from me vanish.
Between black and white. Moments I cherish.
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