I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,
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when the mystery pops into the heart and stuffs wonder all through you take it take all of it yet fear of what may be found trembles the cells still how wonderful a fine poem
I love the mystique to this poem. Its simple comparisons make you think of deeper things. Fear can be liberating, exciting and crippling, sometimes all at once. And, indeed it can leave things looking beautiful.