Feeling Grand

They call that instrument

a grand piano.

Because of course it is.

I have no idea how to play;

I am no composer.

But as I tap the keys,

as notes blend together

- the "I'm onto something" with the "definitely not that one" -

either being equally cathartic,

I feel something undeniably grand stir up in me.

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