I close my eyes, my fingers find the keys
deep breaths before the notes begin to breathe
my fingertips struggle to play their tune
stumbling in the night, without their moon
worse and worse, the song turns cacophony
loosing their memories of harmony
my fingers search for the threes and the twos
not stopping till it's the right ones they choose
slowly and softly, less mistakes are made
soon the melody is fluently played
only a few times do my fingers slip
as soon as they do, they resume their trip
focusing no longer on playing right
but, instead, as a pen yearning to write
harmony carries my blind hands across
guiding them to cherish every brief pause
together they sing melodies so bright
it's no longer hard to dance in the night
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
