None of my fingers are the same...
Yet together they work the keys
Of my saxophone
To play melodies that raise
Us to consciousness unknown
None of my fingers are the same...
Yet my two hands clap
A beat so sweet or praise
The good deeds that make
The world a better place
None of my fingers are the same...
But they work in unison to caress
To soothe, to bring pleasure
Through my music and verse
I give you harmony and joy
None of my fingers are the same...
This is no sound of a one finger snap
Or the accusing point
Of an angry single digit
Though watch the ones pointing back
My fingers bring harmony and joy
They join with the fingers of others
And share a loving bond so strong
That no single finger can weaken
None of us are the same....