My fingers touch the ivory keys
And by their intelligence
I discover my angel wings—
Taking flight
Ascending beyond a translucent world
Where endless tears have raped my eyes
I no longer stand naked
The melancholy masters have cloaked me
Bestowed sight upon my blind ears
Granting me the miracle to make music of my own.

*Dolce—(vb. Italian. “Softly, sweetly.”)


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