Someone is playing a piano... are you not listening?

Dear,
Are you listening
To that sweet bliss of a tune?
So perfect,
So soulful, as if he is playing
Like God plays His fingers soft
Dancing along the reeds of one's heart...
Are you not listening to his joys
His supreme sense of music
Like a balm
Falling and spreading time small
Of this afternoon gliding by...
As if the breeze carrying drizzling mirth...
Slow sluggish gives a birth
Of a rotating long playing
Disc
Within
How it with air soothe mixes...
How it all fragments of times and places fixes...

Are you not listening
To this autogeneration
Of joie,
Unfathomable
Yet
Felt right
Like light we feel
Like winds on our skin create forever tunes...
Several...
Like a slow fall...
Sluggish
Blessed...

(Note:~on a piano play by R. Clayderman...as Felt...by me,at a particular moment)

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