Two spiders dance cross ivory keys
The sounds they make reprise songs of trees
Phantom fingers flick like legs from hands
Over blacks and whites on baby grands
Every touch, each note, placed with care
Silken chords 'n tones flow through the air
This music written by nature's mind
From its tips to human hearts it finds
Flying digits riff rare rhapsodies
Prancing predators play melodies
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine rhyming. 'Reprise'? I had to look up verb-definition: ': to repeat the performance of'. I like your poem. In title, did you mean 'Spider's' or 'Spiders' '? bri ;)