Caressing the Keys
She sits at the piano and caresses the keys
Playing those songs of old
With melodies that please,
Churning out rhapsodies in gold
Each melody brings back a memory
of people she loved,
who taught her to play
and gave her the skills thereof
She floats through each melody
with fingertip ease,
Like a butterfly fluttering
on a lilac breeze
3-6-2024
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