Song of the Piano

I celebrate music,
And what I play you will play,
for every note belonging to me
Belongs to you.

I play and invite the notes,
I trill and scale at my ease,
Enjoying a note's solid, true tone.

Pianos are full of strings,
The vibrations full of sound.
I absorb the sound myself,
And breathe it and love it,
The vibrations would hypnotize me,
But I will not let it.

The atmosphere is not a vibration,
It has no trace of the hypnotization,
It is unsounding,
In my ears forever,
I am in love with it,
I will go to the piano bench,
And become crazy and insane,
I need the piano to sing to me.

The heat of my own head,
Hair stuck to the back of my neck,
Fingers slipping off the keys.

My finger muscles working,
The pounding of the keys.

I will show you my secret,
But the music comes from your own soul.

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