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The Piano

It stands now, so majestic, waiting there
for fingers to caress it. Years of dreams
fulfilled at last as it arrived, with care,
a gift quite gracious given. Now it seems
like only yesterday I learned to bring
the sound it carries forth, a sound so true;
like only yesterday I heard it sing
as hands float gently over. Hear the hue
of rainbow colours rising from the white
and black that march precisely; hear the years
of memories it carries past my sight.
Remembering, I’m smiling through my tears.
Each time I touch the keys, the sound I hear
reminds me that you’re always standing near.

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