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White, 

Nimble movements

That strike 

When the pulse is heard.

The Pianist moves,

With gentle hands.

Black,

An undying spirit,

Seer,

That lives within

The present,

The past,

And, into the future,

The Pianist moves, 

With gentle hands.

Cadance,

The pianist closes,

Reliving the past.

Moments that are now gone, 

Will forever remain.

She travels now,

Remaining,

Within the present thoughts of beauty.

- Alejandro Bonfil