LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

With every sound, a step,

Hopping with happiness,

Over the piano's keys,

Where music finds its freedom.

The keys, like shining stairs,

Rise and fall in an enchanted rhythm,

Each note is a dancing flight,

A gentle echo, always renewed.

The piano, with its sincere voice,

Transforms each touch into magic,

And on the steps of its austere soul,

Happiness becomes melody.

So hop from sound to sound,

And make the piano your eternal tone.

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