Gliding with a ballerina' grace over the surface of the planet,
The symphony bursts forth,
Please, do not just say that the keys of a piano are simply back and white.
They are contrasting for the shortsighted only.
For the farsighted there are no restrictions.
The colour of love,
The colour of the heart,
The colour of dignity,
The sacred colour is given only to him
Who kicks aside the vanities of the world like a ball laying in his way.
Ask a maestro how many colours the piano keys have,
He will answer:
" Life is too short to list them all.
Many….Many…."