Piano Baby


June 7th, 2006

pianos always seem to love a baby -
the black and white keys,
sitting on their knees,
to reach the keyboard better.

the younger the age, the better the sound -
tapping any key to be found,
making fists and hearing them pound,
or touch as light as a feather.

the music resounding is a magical thing -
the notes and the ring
and a child softly sings,
a tune without letter.

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