Fingers dancing gracefully over the keys.
Eyes ignited by the unruffled notations.
Theres a need to breathe in the music -
a desire to flow accordingly with the rhythm.
A gentle tap of the feet;
some people have the ear-
to organise the distortion.
Some people just sing along-
even to a broken hymn-
about a soul salvaged-
Many years ago.
There are chords ringing in their minds-
they want to show their talents-
two or three keys at a time-
laughing, cackling, desire!
An amazement.
She steals feelings on a Sunday eve.
