Sometimes the piano asks me to play.
And the keys I find beg for love to surface
Yet, no love appears in ivory to stay.
The strings struggle to make music.
But when I hear love in my heart
The keys I play sound like symphony.
Sometimes the piano asks me to play.
And the keys I find beg for love to surface
Yet, no love appears in ivory to stay.
The strings struggle to make music.
But when I hear love in my heart
The keys I play sound like symphony.
Sometimes the piano asks me to play.
And the keys I find beg for love to surface
Yet, no love appears in ivory to stay.
The strings struggle to make music.
But when I hear love in my heart
The keys I play sound like symphony.
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor