Fingers fall on keys

Like leaves,

Sweet sounds soothe minds

Like breeze through trees.


We sway and dance

As if to swerve,

We pray and chance

To hold our nerve.


No Matter how

we lean or bend,

The storms that form us

Meet their end.


And in the nooks

Our journeys knot,

We can but hope

We’re not forgot.

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