My fingers miss the worn ivories where memory tingles
with a lilt, a swell or scattered tinkle on the keyboard.
A sweet memory replayed
when piano music ripples
from the turntable. My fingers play silently & I smile.
“The piano is a mirror to the soul;
it expresses what you are feeling at the moment”
~ Alicia Keys, singer, songwriter, pianist
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