The Pianoforte
Tenderly the ivory keys call to me.
Their vibrating octaves like different voices
soft and hypnotic, drawing from me
the deepest yearning of my heart overtaking
my senses....helpless against its intoxicating
melody. Sweetly the notes swell, filling me,
lifting my spirit from its solitary place. With
each push of the keys the hammers strike a
chord deep within. Waves of inexpressible
emotion sweep over me enchanting,
and mesmerizing they carrying my
soul Heavenward.
Copyright © Lori Lucas Mcclure | Year Posted 2012
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