The Piano

Fingers fly fast upon keys
Notes exhale out from back
White keys which gleam pressed down
Pop-up fast as fingers move along
Black keys wait until its their turn
They see fingers press them down
Notes are made into chords
Music from the piano
Come alive; entrance all who listens
To its sweet, haunting melody

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