I feel fingertips vibrating
playing the notes of excitement
like flesh covered tuning forks
recently struck.
They quiver and resonate
boundless potential
humming to find the right note.
Within their quaking grasp
not quite out of reach
yet just far enough to risk falling
into a ravine of uncertainty if stretched too far.
Aching bones and coiled tendons
dreaming of grasping
that which whispers at longing reach.
Clench tightly and hold strong
let that quivering palm be your tell.
Your world and your calling,
are ready for you.
Trust your knowing hands
just let your heart swell.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
I feel fingertips vibrating
playing the notes of excitement
like flesh covered tuning forks
recently struck.
They quiver and resonate
boundless potential
humming to find the right note.
Within their quaking grasp
not quite out of reach
yet just far enough to risk falling
into a ravine of uncertainty if stretched too far.
Aching bones and coiled tendons
dreaming of grasping
that which whispers at longing reach.
Clench tightly and hold strong
let that quivering palm be your tell.
Your world and your calling,
are ready for you.
Trust your knowing hands
just let your heart swell.
Find your passion, and let it consume you.
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