Time for Another One
I hope I'm not alone...It can be lonely...
but I'm not.
PIANIST
Hands move like butterflys
With fingers quite magical,
As lightly they flutter by
Piano keys mechanical.
And the sounds they make
Are so gloriously wonderful
As slender fingers undertake
Passages so sweetly musical.
My heart swells with gladness
As I hear the fingers play...
But I'm also torn with sadness;
They're not my fingers today.
My muse is calling...
but I'm not.
PIANIST
Hands move like butterflys
With fingers quite magical,
As lightly they flutter by
Piano keys mechanical.
And the sounds they make
Are so gloriously wonderful
As slender fingers undertake
Passages so sweetly musical.
My heart swells with gladness
As I hear the fingers play...
But I'm also torn with sadness;
They're not my fingers today.
My muse is calling...
