Black and White Goddess

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For Ethan:


I hear a sharp breath as he begins.

With the first ring of the keys,

Beautiful noise comes from his black and white goddess.

The keys hum softly as his fingers glide across them.


With the first ring of the keys,

He takes me deeper into his music.

The keys hum softly as his fingers glide across them,

Each note better than the last.


He takes me deeper into his music.

Sounds of the keys fill my head.

Each note better than the last,

Only his music is soothing my soul.


Sounds of the keys fill my head.

Beautiful noise comes from his black and white goddess.

Only his music is soothing my soul.

I hear a sharp breath as he begins.

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