A fragile song,
With fragile fingers,
Perfect white keys that she will never see.
Something strong keeps her fingers moving,
A courage that not many have the chance to find,
A courage so strong, yet so hard to realize it’s there.
She knows what it is like to memorize everything she has learned,
She knows the secrets to remembering,
To keeping the love for music inside her.
Nothing but words, strong words,
Meant for diminishing hope, for taking encouragement,
Can break this fragile courage of a song.
This is so beautiful. Is it about the girl who plays at Piano Club?
Zeph. 3:17
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This reminds me of the blind girl who performed at piano club last month. Every time she plays I am inspired.
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oops that was from me, not Lydia
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Yes (Mom and Grandma) it’s about the blind girl at piano club.
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Once again your use of words is amazing. I enjoy how you take your experiences and translate them into such creative expression.
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I LOVE this!! You tap into your sensitivities–a hallmark of good writing.
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