I woke up aware of the world
Tremors attempting to smooth out
The wrinkles time had created
Fingers manipulated notes
Into the air
Conversing through
Voice of sound
Poised in perfection
His limbs ever so graceful
Gently skipped across my keys
Adding notes to our library of music
Play me
Make me feel alive again
Work me like a professional maestro
Working towards our crescendo
Then dropping dramatically
Into each other
I was built for your hands
And we were always meant to kiss
As my keys met your fingertips
Lovers of music
Create life
Transcending
Defying laws of gravity
The make up of this composition
Couldn’t keep me away from you
Love me like an artist
Loves his instrument
See
He was the pianist
And I was his piano
Wonderful poem…big up to you girl!!!
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