spin our song
again
so i may tease out
new notes
and catch fresh
inflections
in the symphony you
express.
music
the piano sounds of
trickling
water
to tickled senses
held under
spell like
magic
awakens
soul submerged.
each key on
her piano
holds mystery
waiting to be played
and i’m pleased
to sit and
listen,
in surrender to
the game.
hands in the garden 
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