Making Music

Piano, play the keys of time
Let the melody verses rhyme
The guitar strings, fill my throbbing heart
The brass horns, I caress, don't ever let them part
Making music, a serenade in champagne, is making love
Over, and over, let it play, to the heaven's above
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Beautiful lyric, dear Poetess Nancy McGowin,
The image is very appropriate, the Rhymes too. I love the below lines. Congrats on your winning nomination.
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sir Williams-
Thank you!!!!!
Nancy