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Piano

Even when your strings

Are slightly out of tune

The right fingers

On your ivory’s

Will transfix

An audience

Even when your gloss

Becomes dull with years

The air will carry

Your beautiful melody

To my waiting ears

© Maggie Mae

 Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”

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Preface . . .

There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the…