The Magic Of Your Hands

Soft sweet tunes of love,
Played by your gentle hands,
My body responds,
To this symphony band.

Although high notes thrill me,
As the keyboard you lightly explore,
Low notes make me cry out,
Demanding of you, a swift encore.

A maestro of sweet agility,
Where performance and sensitiveness belong,
Creates a passionate yielding heart,
In an extraordinary season of song.

Long after the recital’s finale,
The music softly lingers in the air,
The maestro’s grand rendition I cherish,
Remembering the artistic hands flair.

Gayle Davis
October 20, 2003©

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