Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2010
Your hands play beautiful music
As they play on my heart’s keys
I am filled with awe and wonder
It’s such a mystery

Some before have come to play
And lovely music made
A symphony of such beauty you create
A tune that will not fade

Each key you touch
Becomes your own
A harmony breaks free
My heart is your piano
And it plays only for thee
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
396
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems