Her fingers don’t race across the strings –
They dance.
First allégro, with forceful, staccato beats
Of hammer-ons and pull-offs.
Then, lyrical, sliding smoothly
And gracefully from note to note
And chord to chord in a ballet
Of highs and lows, building
To dramatic catharsis:
A choreography of sound.
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A Choreography of Sound
A Dance of Rain
A light mist, like tapping feet,
Dances across the glowing glass
And over flowers in airy leaps,
Scattering sunbeams and brightening,
Deepening colors in a gentle beat
Of glittering lights, vibrant, serene –
All over the endless shades of green
Dance On!
The tap dance of fingers,
Not to music but to thoughts,
Clicking in rhythms:
High, low, fast, and slow.
The number goes on
As the words flow.
Of Dance
Pulsing rhythms,
Grinding beats, or
Gliding melodies:
No matter.
A leap, a step, a turn,
A dip, a stretch –
Expression in motion,
All thrill:
Pure joy.
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