The piano room

was a glass slipper

waiting for perfect hands

to free the sound.

Sunlight through the curtains

spread a yellow pollen-like

glaze over the furniture.

Books lining shelves

resurrected the curious.

The room possessed an

unexplained magnetism.

A place for the temporary

soul to embark on an expedition

of heart.

A grand oriental carpet provided

the welcome for the yet unfolding



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