*As The Piano Plays*
As the tiny pitter patter of the tiny chorus of bells is but a fleeting memory, I now listen to the piano's blues. Beginning with the white gleam slowly turning blue then gray Soon soft sounds play all around. The soft blanket of bells is soon changed into a sheer silky sheet. Playing along here and there. As tiny fingertips touch everywhere. S i n g l e f i l e andallatonce. How is it the bells can be so warm and inviting while the piano is cold? The Blues calms the soul as I rest here against a wall. Watching the piano play its song at my feet. A lovely little rainy day as a forthcoming of spring.So it has been raining for a week but I thought it fit.... aslo this is a continuation of my other peom "The Little Bells" anyway... t.t.f.n. ;D Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 08:07 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"As the tiny pitter patter of the tiny chorus of bells ..."