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She sways in ¾ time,
Notes spring through the air.
Bouncing from cracked wood,
Splashing the room,
Walls damp with melody.
Long fingers walking on ivory,
Squeezing eighth notes into existence.
Bright green flip-flops help keep time.
The piano exhales a stream of emotion,
A mist of timbre and sustain hang in the air.
She transforms the gray dusty room;
Now a carnival of rag-time harmony
When the last drop of music rolls from the keys,
She shuffles the pages to find another treasure.
Every note a diamond.
Each bar made of gold.