Piano Hands

When she started to move her lost hands
Across the beautiful black and white keys
Her hands felt like they'd been there before,
They knew what to do, how to do it, where to go
To hear those golden notes
The speed, the touch
All coming to.
The combination truly perfection in her heart
Those heavy keys, that challenge,
How practice makes perfect,
Working harder and harder,
Wearing out those soft, gentle hands
Until the notes glide smoothly together
Until she drowns in the music she makes
With her two piano hands