A piano is just
some wood and strings
until it’s touched—
and then it sings.
July 14, 2017 by Rosemerry
A piano is just
some wood and strings
until it’s touched—
and then it sings.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged intimacy, piano, poem, poetry, song, touch | 4 Comments
simple and elegant – love it
Thank you, Paul, It was a fun one that wrote itself. And thank you for your support over the years on the blog!
Love this! Reminds me of my singing bowl. The song is already there. Thank you!
Thanks Augusta, yes, beautiful analogy!
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