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The Pianist

Agility flows
through the fingers;
gently dancing upon
those black and whites,
like graceful ballerinas
performing the music
of her soul.


©Ana Espinola Collins

musicpoetryspiritualfree verse

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Daver Austin

February 3, 2015 at 10:15 AM

Sounds like Clare de Lune. Enjoyed your music. daver

Ana Espinola Collins

February 3, 2015 at 12:31 PM

Funny you say that, it's my favourite piano song...thanks so much for stopping by Daver :) Ana

Monterey Sirak

January 28, 2015 at 7:51 AM

Fantastic images...ballerina fingers..I never had graceful fingers or feet, but love listening to a piano and watching the pianist's fingers fly across the keys.

Ana Espinola Collins

January 28, 2015 at 9:35 PM

I love everything about the piano...it's such a romantic instrument...I love listening to it too! Thanks for stopping by Monterey...take care Ana

Vera Duggan

January 26, 2015 at 12:46 AM

Ana what a lovely little verse, I have always wanted to play the piano, this poem has really put beautiful images in mind, by the way happy new year my friend..........Take care......Vera........

Ana Espinola Collins

January 27, 2015 at 9:30 AM

It's never too late to start...I'm 52 yrs old and started taking piano lessons 3 years ago and i'm currently training for my grade 5 exam...I never thought I'd making that far, so it's truly never too late. Thanks for visiting and your thoughtful comment...Happy New Year Vera :) Ana