She sits and 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 aisde.
She started playing years ago,
when her tallent 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 apon her face,
Clapping errupts from the performing space.
This is music, this is art.
For it has moved millions of hearts.
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Beautifully Tragic (Poetry)
RandomBeautifully Tragic is a collection of poems written in times of frustration and tragedy, pain and sorrow, celebration and happiness. Enjoy!
