slow finger pushing keys
bursting notes across room
am trying to connect them
in harmony with my fleeting
mind chasing butterflies
never tiring, never ceasing
it become way of breathing
I throw few words to fill
making mellow from standstill
am into groove now, am flowing
like rivers in flowering may
feeling my fingers, my mind
going together; swan swim
leaving tiny trails of smile
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