piano.
When I was a child,
My expectations were mild.
Now, my fingers flow, sail,
Jump, sweep, each detail
Accounted for. The black keys,
And the white, beckon, call to me.
Their alluring summons request my attention.
I won't let them down.
My expectations were mild.
Now, my fingers flow, sail,
Jump, sweep, each detail
Accounted for. The black keys,
And the white, beckon, call to me.
Their alluring summons request my attention.
I won't let them down.
♠ ♠ ♠
(: i hope the sound echos the sense.