Ten little fingers
dancing across white
ivory keys,
producing sound.
Harmonious,
Melodious,
Practised.
Innocence mingled with
subtle intelligence
and chilhood joy.
Ten little fingers reach out
and in childish gay abandon
Enclose and encircle.
The breath
is short
and ten little fingers
relax and open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem