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Her Piano
On this day full of rain,
She sees her soul.
With her mind in pain,
Her finers play.
Note by note, time seems to bend.
Her mind departs all that is flesh.
Where the body's pain is longer hers,
And, all that exists is only pitch.
She frees herself from her chains,
And at the warmth of her passion,
A painted smile covers her beautiful face.
Where true beauty lies is not within eyes range.
It is all her, and color that cannnot ever fade.
She and her piano, alone, and full of rain,
Take away my mind. Away from all pain.
To the most beautiful place, where only they exist.
Where on their alluring music, my soul will feast.
As we return to this world, the rain hits my face.
Its salty water stains my cheeks.
I see the color of music, of beauty, surround her perfect smile.
- Alejandro Bonfil
