26 October 2012
I sit by the piano playing a song, The minor and major chords gorgeously strum, The notes I crumple to form a melody, The notes a stumble to form an ecstasy.
I sit by the piano playing jazz, The mysterious and fun tune really has; Got me excited with it, Got me delighted with it.
I sit by the piano playing a minuet, Imagining lovers dancing that have just met, I sway my hands, Joining along, This French minuet is beautifully done.
I sit by the piano playing a march, The soldiers are all in time walking on the arch, They lift their knees up so high, I don't even dare to try.
I sit by the piano playing a duet, The player next to me jolting his head, I laugh in joy, And we play once more, Together the sound is something I adore.
I sit by the piano playing a scale, My fingers moving up the keys, They follow a trail, Every note, White and black, Until they come back down again like that.
I sit by the piano, Now closing the lid, Today it's enough playing, All of the notes hid.
Piano Playing! • Opuss № I