![]() The ProdigyA Poem by Andromeda![]() ?![]() He played the piano with All the grace of a ballet dancer All the passion of Beethoven’s Fifth. His fingers danced Upon the keys, Whose ivory chuckled with delight At his most gentle touch. The notes that came from Somewhere beyond his soul Shivered in the air above his head And tears formed in the eyes Of all in the gathered throng. But, at seven, He was Much too young To understand this fallen angel’s song— Merely gloried in the music That tickled in his fingers on the keys.
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Added on March 10, 2008 Author![]() AndromedaAboutI never know what to put in these sections. so... Me= KIM Poetic Epiphany Jesus Freak Type 1 diabetic Aspiring writer Artist Soccer player and referee Music lover Movie fanatic Good friend.. more..Writing
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