Dream of dreams
O what joy it would be
to suddenly overnight be a piano virtuoso
to wake up with the fingers of a master
to possess the skill of composing an aria
to enthrall the world with a moonlit sonata
to be stirred by the passion of a liberace
O magnificence ~ what pure joy it would be
AP: 3rd place 2025
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