Lord whence a pianist comes...

As a pianist whence
Fully one fills a sense...
An evening thinks perhaps it proper
To become a starry night's divine lover...

As a pianist whence
Pours His supranormal dense
One becomes a reed white at once
Fingers of love where upon softly dance...

As a pianist ethereal
When one with music seals
Notes arrive like togetherness
Notations then love only sketch...


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