He sat at the dusty old piano
Which hadn't had company for quite some time
Sitting there in the corner of the room
It had lost its previous shine
But something happened when he started to play
It's like the piano came to life again
The musical notes bouncing off the walls
I can on,y describe it as a musical rain
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PuisiPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
