Her fingers glide across the keys at speeds
Stopping hearts and holding breaths with swish of light
Creating worlds of bright and lush young leads
Fantasies and majesties from keys too bright

Drawing bows and tapping feet to beats
Conducting flows from left to right and back
And mallets striking from the back row seats
Hearing heels and clicks and clacks

Knowing feats and smiling strings and accompanies
Musicians wiping sweat in beat with hands
Calloused by their zeals for destinies
Painting pictures of timeless purple lands

Singing songs of passion and defeats
And wondering if souls could ever greet.

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