Concerto Poem by Sandra Feldman

Concerto

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When the Piano speaks,
We become meek,
Under it's fortunate tune,
That Uplifts us to the moon,
Romantic Melodies,
Piano Concertos played with ease,
That so much the Soul can please,
Piano of my youthful days,
My first Love in every way,
I Pray, never stop speaking to me,
And in my heart forever be!

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