There's nothing more beautiful
Than a woman sitting at a piano,
Eyes closed, heart open,
Singing something unwritten on any sheet,
No care for those around, or not around,
Never minding that -- either way --
Just singing, playing, pure beauty.
Here she is free,
But not free from pain, just free.
Singing, playing, being.
There's nothing more beautiful than this.
Its brevity, gravity, levity.
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