With fingers dancing
and eyes closed tight,
the sounds were prancing
into the night
The old ivory keys,
fingers take their toll.
While the notes would tease
the boy’s pure soul.
The boy is amazed,
it feels like his dream.
And his mind is dazed,
at this beautiful team.
Fingers to keys
and soul to sound,
So finally he sees
what he has found
Eyes full of tears
and a sad little sigh,
the truth is near,
all this is a lie.
He opens his eyes,
his dream has fled.
The music dies,
he lay in his bed.
**I'm not very good at judging my own poetry. I'm not sure if I'm good, really. I just wanted to give it a shot.
