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The Piano sits still.
Beneath your gaze it
makes no sound.
But the Raindrops
force your fingertips to
bleed your soul upon the
Keys-

keys that have played a
thousand different melodies
And not once ever begged
for anything.
Not from Bach, Beethoveen,
you, nor me.
The Rain is hard driven,
I close my eyes and listen.
I try to imagine I'm being
pulled by the Undertow,
pulled into distant dreams,
Where songs are
Created-

Where the wind blows
and can be seen-
Where the immortal muse
finds her inspiration-
Where 'I had a dream'
dances within reality-
Where somewhere over
the Rainbow troubles
really do melt like lemon
drops-

Where tears fall dry and
sickness doesn't
Exist.
As your fingers are
dancing across the keys
and I finally open my eyes to
see-

I see those thoughts and dreams
as real as You
and me.
You bring them to life
The piano opens the way-
And I just sit here and watch;
savoring every Drop, ever Note-
Remembering this Day.
And then once again
the piano sits still.
Beneath your gaze it
makes no sound-
I can still see and I can still hear
the music; Your music.
It is always there .