Life lies in state beneath my fingertips,
Held at bay by the stay of my hand.
Poised in the breeze
As the weight on the keys,
Starts to tap out the song of a man.
Held at bay by the stay of my hand.
Poised in the breeze
As the weight on the keys,
Starts to tap out the song of a man.
That sparks a light in this torpid gray matter
Stirring an earth bound chance for
My soul to repose
And my pen to compose
A dance, for life as the dancer.
