you sit to
make music with just
two colors
you play on
black and white, fingers flying
and I hear rainbows
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you sit to
make music with just
two colors
you play on
black and white, fingers flying
and I hear rainbows
rhymeswithbug 
I like the transformation from black and what that happens when the music begins.
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Let me try that again, something got lost there.
I like the transformation from black and white to color, that happens when the music begins.
Def a lot of color in music.
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🙂 Thanks!
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yes – yes – yes – it is amazing if someone plays the piano well what worlds open by just the touch of their hands..
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Short but to the point! Great take on the prompt.
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thank you!
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Love that creation of rainbows.. From just black and white.
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thanks so much!
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Yup! The black and white is just the starting point – bring on the music.
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So much said with so few words. Great work.
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Thank you!
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Wowwwww, love it.
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thanks!
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Movements of fingers guided by just black and white but transformed into myriads of color. Beautiful little story Candy!
Hank
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Thank you 🙂
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Really wonderful example of black and white. In this case, the black and white can create such richness!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful ending, from black and white, to hearing rainbows ~ Thanks for linking up with D’verse Candy ~
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Thank you!
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What a cool idea, bringing forth color out of the black and white. I really like this.
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Thanks!
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Black as the conglomerate of all colors, & white as the absence; reversing their normal roles–helping us to see the emergence, then transcendence, of the rainbow lurking within. Interesting feel & form to the piece, part haiku, tanka, & lune; nice job.
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Thank you kindly
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just black and white keys, yet the music is so nuanced…
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Fabulous interpretation, Candy! I feel this way when my son plays piano…the piano my mother used to play.
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Thanks! My mother played too.
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This is so succinct–perfect poetry in few works. I loved it.
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thanks so much!
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Ah.. yes.. the strings of vocal chords become
extension of ivory and ebony.. human
tools.. for even out-of-key
people
to perfect
harmony
of
black
and white tunes..:)
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Perfect, perfect thought for the prompt!
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thanks bunches!
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Very nice. I love the piano. I can’t play, but I love to listen, and some people can indeed create rainbows and more with those black and white keys. Peace, Linda
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thanks 🙂
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The keys on the piano are just part of an instrument to produce a wonderful sound to ears. The love & passion of the player is what creates the music that’s both pleasing to heart & mind. Thanks for the poem—simple & direct!
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thank you so much.
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A compact piece that packs a punch! Love it. 🙂
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thanks.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks ☺️
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