Piano Girl

She sits in the place where she belongs,
Beginning to playing her notes and songs.
Her fingers glide across the keys,
Hitting each with grace and ease.
The music is her guide,
Tossing her fear and pain aside.
She started playing years ago,
when her talent began to show.
She sits and plays like she did back then,
Feeling the joy rush through her again.
As her piece comes to a close,
The happiness inside her shows.
A huge smile appears upon her face,
Clapping erupts from the performing space.
This is music, this is art,
For it has moved millions of hearts.

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