By T.A.H.   

You play the piano like it's keeping you alive.
The keys you strike is the blood pumping through your veins.
The chord it makes is your oxygen.
I watch you siphon the energy.
You’re beautiful when you play.

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Michael plays the piano and after a long day my favorite thing to do was to watch him play piano.