neverland

Those keys make music to my fingers with notes dripping from every touch.
They sing with blues and grays bursting with orange.yellow.zing.buzz.

A hop and a skip with every brush. A green hat floats on your head. Arms swaying. 
Joy of a little kid secretes through your eyes and into my heart.
beautiful soul.

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August 21, 2011

dancing to music heard not to the ear but felt in the soul