the glowing white petals dance under my finger tips
the little girl smiles as glitter rains from the flowers.
i pick the petals in a specific order,
sometimes white,
sometimes black.
my fingers are as graceful as the rain that whispers in my ear
during a warm summer storm.
the glitter that rains comes in different colors.
i love playing this game.
the gleaming ivories dance under my fingertips
the little girl smiles as music rings through the air.
i tap the keys in a specific order,
sometimes white,
sometimes black.
my fingers are as graceful as a lean, hunting feline,
stalking her prey.
the notes come in different melodies
i love playing the piano.
