The Pianist
April 16, 2009

I watch your strong hands flutter over the keys,
tickling the music out of them, making them sing
the words you don't know how to say.

And maybe I can't understand the words, but still
I understand that you are trying to tell me (something) -
and as I watch your body movement, and listen to the notes,
portraying an emotion, I begin to share it.

I can see that the piano loves your hands -
so do I. Can we share them, the piano and I?