letting it out
i start my piece
my fingers dance across the black and white keys
they carry on the slow, jazz beat
it gets louder
and faster
till it becomes slow again
my fingers land on the keys
over
and over again
till the music stops with a dramatic finish
and when i leave the piano
i’m not angry anymore.
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