Piano Man

When ever I think of him I can see his long slender fingers flow gracefully over the ivory keys, I see his eyes close his lips parted in a slight smile, I see his whole body relax as each note he plays reaches out and touches his heart, As he plays I feel my heart become one with his, I can feel what he feels I can see what he sees and images flash under his eye lids, I can feel every note caressing my cheek and touching my heart my soul, this beautiful man is my Piano man.

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