Poetry, Quatrains Piano Posted by dlogger on June 26, 2020June 27, 2020 Hands on the keys, gracefully flying,Skin, black, white, a blur,For with an auditory journey,There is visual beauty, too, to be heard. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...