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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