four_2n81's Saved Poems

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my...

Two hands in practiced grace,
Glide skillfully across the piano's face.
The fingers move as if they dance,
Each in their own disciplined stance.
The keys appear separate in black and white,
But they float as one in musical flight.
Ebony and...