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The Music In Us
As I press on the keys Gently with each finger I play passionately my piece In a manner strong but tender And thus sound fills the air To my ears - a great delight! As if I were in the heavens As if I knew not of night Though stars are of beauty to which my eyes be satisfied The light of which the day emits Is brighter than that of starlight But then my senses implode by the hammers' sudden strike The shaking, the tremors, My body's petrified! My heart pounds quickly! My logical mind dies And yet the hands move swiftly It seems - each finger could fly! All sorrow, all burden Dead flowers in one garden Somber chants of monks heard Not the singing of a songbird! All that pain! I am driven! Heavy feelings - all are sunken! 'til the illusion is gone Oh, my heart and mind be one! And so it ends in a light stroke Finally played the last note Slowly I push back my seat Then firmly stand with my two feet Nothing has happened t'was all in the ear Just an imagination of a young boy, dear How such thoughts arrived No man could explain For it is the power of music to turn us wild or keep us tamed
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