To Play For You
I sit at this desk
And attempt to play chopsticks.
My piano,
Having all black keys
And no white.
But still I attempt to play.
My rhythm sometimes off,
My pauses long,
My song remains sweet,
The music tender and heartfelt
(to soothe the savage breast)
the sentiment,
Most important of all.
Each note I play
Must sound unique,
On its own in the stanza,
For I fear the standard
To which I am held.
My fingers dance on the keys,
Up and down the scales.
Loudly,
Softer,
Hold those notes.
(2,3,4)
And keep time.
I extend my arms
And snap my fingers.
Keepin' time,
Keepin' time.
The song almost over,
The story told,
Comes the chorus,
Repeat
and fade.....
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