The Pianist
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Sandra Feldman
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It was love
At first chords,
That magically
Stole,
My heart away,
Hearing the pianist
Play,
With such grace
Such allure,
The music flowed
The piano glowed
The spirit moaned
In pleasurable height,
Desired and inexplicable
Spiritual transmission,
As all of me, took flight
In admirative delight.
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