Piano ManA Poem by I Am SvetlanaFor there on stage he was: The piano man.
They said: “He had a way with keys,” Indeed, the fact was true.
He embraced each key as his fingers floated over them.
Here, he was the piano man.
The conductor leads as the orchestra plays. United as one.
He had made local papers, articles He played overseas.
He was just a man Yet, he played like an infamous God.
Intense playing resulted in a standing ovation and praise from the concert hall audience.
For truly he was: The piano man. © 2011 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 19, 2011 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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