This poem is about how pain changed the note of a piano player. This poem is about how pain changed the note of a piano player.
For being good you need three keys For being good you need three keys
Seldom comes a wind That puts me to ease Like those early days That early spring breeze. Seldom comes a wind That puts me to ease Like those early days That early spr...
Her fingers long and tapered Skimmed over the keys Her fingers long and tapered Skimmed over the keys
Ram and Rahim are one, they say Will only Ram remain now? Ram and Rahim are one, they say Will only Ram remain now?
What to do or not to do? Her brain tried to confirm, What to do or not to do? Her brain tried to confirm,