Although I feel I'm not ready to play,
As i press my fingers down on the black and white keys,
If only I could train my ears to distinguish one sound from the other,
Because music is one of the closest things to my heart,
I listen as the piano in front of me releases its haunting melodies.
When up in the attic of the house that seemed to increase in beauty with age,
After finding the antiqueted lock box with a simple three digit latch made of rusted bronze and splitting wood,
As I studied its contents with a childish curiosity,
While I glance at one old photograph to the next,
I see that the world would look much more beautiful in black and white.
8 out of 10. They are not both about the piano.
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