When Music Is In The Fingers Poem by maya maini
When Music Is In The Fingers
Rating: ★5.0
I watched as the slender fingers touched the chords,
they seemed to be touching my own.
Seemingly like simple rods of steel,
they seemed to be the link to my soul.
Then the music started out of those strings,
thin, silver and unassuming.
But if anything can stir those senses,
then they can only be those fingers on those links!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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4/30/2024 11:32:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely poem..the finger..the instrument and the soul a trio to come out with soulful music..this reminds me of a song by kannadasan a tamil poet....please read my 'am not just a drop'