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into the dim and quiet chapel,
(light yet shadowy)
light from the hidden sun scarcely touching the horizon
(thirsty for my solace)
i slip inside
(alone and almost silently)
only my clothes
(damp with the rain)
provide a sound
(angel's wings rustling)
and i make my way
(feeling the backs of the pews)
over to the piano
(my home forever)
and sit down
(where it's familiar)
my fingers touch
(delicately at first)
the cool ivory
(almost a part of myself)
the first, lingering notes
(filling the room)
floods the air and
(awakens my soul)
i prepare myself
(for my gift to God)
to serve in the only way
(to return to Him)
i know how
(the joy of music)