Idle, quiet.
Hands of the pianist
folded sadly, gently in waiting,
patient for touch of cool ivory,
tomorrow yet unknown.
Dreaming, quiet.
Heart of the pianist
filled with visions, feeling of movement,
sensing potential of pure desire,
the morning light to shun.
Stirring, quiet.
Soul of the pianist
grows sensation, vivid in memory,
knowing that vision will soon reveal
the keys beneath his hands.
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