Yasushi Ikeda

Student


A student plays the paper piano

Penniless and inexperienced

Anxious and frenzied

Chaotic but proud

There is no sound

But surely music is here

Paper piano is piano itself

Anyone can play it

No one can play it

The sacred instrument creates

Murmuring bubbles gold and silver

Flying soon to vanish

When you play the paper piano

Something thoroughly pure comes

Take out your piano from your pocket

Put your fingers softly on it

And here comes from the world bottom

Faint rhythm and rhyme

Muses' glimmering dream

Every song and music hides

deep in itself

You

A student playing the paper piano

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