The Piano

 
Ivory notes,
Sweet echo with feeling.
Paint watery images
On walls and on ceiling.
 
Black and white;
Become infinite colours and shades,
Set scenes for dreams and fairy tales,
Until the music fades,
 
And the picture disappears,
Into eternity,
Into dreams,
Where pencil drawn notes,
On faded paper,
Become more than what they seem.
 
Opening a world,
Of sounds which we can see,
You play those ivory notes,
To paint pictures for me.

by Nicola Plumb (c)2000

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