The Magic Of Your Hands
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Soft sweet tunes of love,
Played by your gentle hands,
My body responds,
To this symphony band.
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Although high notes thrill me,
As the keyboard you lightly explore,
Low notes make me cry out,
Demanding of you, a swift encore.
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A maestro of sweet agility,
Where performance and sensitiveness belong,
Creates a passionate yielding heart,
In an extraordinary season of song.
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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.
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Gayle Davis
October 20, 2003©
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