Phantom of Nameless Pianist

Silent music of the night

Echoes from the past

And under the dark moonlight

Rises the old dust.

The fragile ivory keys

Are still full of sound.

And all the silent grove trees

Are awake around.

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Magic of the sacred tunes

Played by the pianist.

And forgotten ancient runes

Prove him to exist.

Peaceful pianissimo

Invokes snow to fall.

Forceful fortissimo

Strikes with thunder squall.

Then with a swift staccato

Befalls rain and hail.

But with a smooth legato

Windy sounds prevail.

The true essence of the Phantom

Appears only in the mist

To perform his nature anthem

As a Nameless Pianist.