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His Piano (REE11069266)

Poetry By: REE11069266

This is how he makes me feel when he does what he does best.

Submitted:Dec 9, 2011    Reads: 22    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

My love, let your fingers dance, don't ever stop

My mind is soaring with every key

My eyes are closed

My body swirls in my mind

I feel free

Everything else is blocked

I feel amazing

With the sound that you bring

You are captivating


Take me with you, to that place

Where no one else can intervene into our space

None other can break our gaze

Do you know how you make me feel?

Do you know that you are brilliant

I truly am alive

Unhappy, but I am here..

To stay with you, I am adamant

Even though all but you hath taken on the bleak colour of a darkish teal

Do you knowingly trick?

With your music

You make my sanity sick


Like an illness, terminal

For as long as you play, and it's beautiful

Never cease... Let your dance be continual

It is as though no one else is here but you and I

Can we always have it this way?

I love you

And your ability to take me away from reality

So please continue, never stop, just play

Never cut this heartfelt tie.


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