My Soul
I sit down and get ready.
I play one note, then a second, then a third,
and then I'm playing the entire song.
My fingers glide across the keys
of my black and white life.
It feels me with lust unlike any other
passion that I have persued.
My soul is my music and my music my soul.
I put every bit of emotion
into each single note in the piece.
It becomes a part of my being
and my audience is moved by it.
They gaze at me in wonder
watching me do what I do best.
This poem is about:
Me
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