The purity of the piano sound tingles on the inside and outside of your being.
It is like raindrops falling onto the mirror.
Or pearls bouncing off glass.
Silk flowing in the afternoon sunlight at the beach.
Like lying in a hammock and not feel the heat.
The sounds just floods your system with the jazz.

 

 


 

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