Each notes leading to the next
Small melodies that follow each other
Each chord sending the beats into a crescendo
Each chime and pings sending
The air In a drift
Twirling up like a gentle wind
Hanging up each note like clothes on a gentle breeze
Though your mouth is shut
Your fingers speak
With stamping feet
Down onto the ivory keys
Radiating sounds like light
With all its shades and intensity
We feel and hear and perceive
It as a rainbow of sound
With length of color
Like rainbow ribbons
Braiding itself into my hair
Lightening my world
Adding the illumination to everything around me
With each stroke of your finger
Sends a ray of color
To my blank page
As notes emanate
What our mind create
A cacophony of sound in our brain
All rearranged
Into an order
To restore
What we are missing
Or what has gone wrong
Small melodies that follow each other
Each chord sending the beats into a crescendo
Each chime and pings sending
The air In a drift
Twirling up like a gentle wind
Hanging up each note like clothes on a gentle breeze
Though your mouth is shut
Your fingers speak
With stamping feet
Down onto the ivory keys
Radiating sounds like light
With all its shades and intensity
We feel and hear and perceive
It as a rainbow of sound
With length of color
Like rainbow ribbons
Braiding itself into my hair
Lightening my world
Adding the illumination to everything around me
With each stroke of your finger
Sends a ray of color
To my blank page
As notes emanate
What our mind create
A cacophony of sound in our brain
All rearranged
Into an order
To restore
What we are missing
Or what has gone wrong
Because
All can fixed
By the sweet melody
Of a sweet song
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