her fingers dance across the keys
creating a sound that
floats through the halls
and ends at my bedroom doorit sneaks underneath the crack
between the door and the wooden floors,
flowing through one ear and out the other
before pulling away and flying out the open window
so the neighbours can heara smile paints their faces,
one quite similar to mine,
as they listen to the music she created
with her joyful memoriesbut she may never know
what the music from her soul
makes the outsiders feel
as it flows through the streets
of our hometowna/n: this was inspired by the song that my piano teacher was playing before our lesson :-)
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things