The Dance

Of fingers gliding over piano keys

Photo by Jordan Whitfield on Unsplash

Led by the innocence
Of her pristine mind,
Her fingers glide

Deftly.

Her melody pure,

Erupts in response,

On ivory and black,
Lively.

Dreams awaken
In my listening gaze.
Her notes create

Mystery.

A little about where the poem came from:

Many years back, when I first visited my uncle in the US, my cousin who was a freshman in high school at that time, played piano for all of us one evening. Her young fingers playing the piano deftly had a serenading effect on me.