A good poem about a girl playing the piano

The melodious sound of the piano slowly benefited from her hands. It is more ancient and mysterious, and there is an impenetrable ethereal spirit in the brow. Like ink, blue hair faintly across the shallow lips. Suddenly, the piano came to a screeching halt. It all started again. The fish sank, the goose fell, the moon closed and the flowers looked ashamed. The delicate lotus is jealous, who smiles for it? These flowers can be folded, so don't wait for the old lady. When you got married, you were envious.