Her fingers dance
On ivory, black that shine
And music begins to soar
Like a response divine.
Soulfully they dance along,
They hold my listening gaze.
Dreams awaken in a drowsy mind
Her music unlocks this cage.
Innocence of an unmarked mind
Descends into their dance agile
Her symphony so pure, liberates
Stifled thoughts in exile.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The Dance
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