Black and White 1
Oh sound!
Not voice
But tone
That thrills
My soul.
Black ones,
White keys,
Press them
With love
A sound
Kicks in
My ears.
Close eyes,
I play,
Feel it
With joy
Till end
Of the
Last note.
A piece,
One sheet,
An art
To play
With my
Two hands.
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