Monday, October 5, 2015

Quiet Joy

From a Writers' Group prompt:

My fingers move on the keyboard,
Sounds emerge from dots on a page,
Now loud, now soft,
Poignant and sad,
Happy and glad.

Beethoven rages,
The Phantom embraces,
The Lion Sleeps tonight.

I cannot claim creation,
I never wrote a song,
But it's a kind of communication
From one of the composer's admiring throng.

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