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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 youre 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 © 2026 Diane Paley Davis

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