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The Piano

by Diane Paley Davis

What wondrous creation are you!
I gaze at you as you sit there
in all your splendor
as though you’re waiting to be touched.
How my fingers long to touch you –
to create sweet melodies upon your face.
But alas I lack the knowledge,
so the notes ring only in my heart.

07/24/1976

Posted on 12/09/2005
Copyright © 2021 Diane Paley Davis

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