Begin Again

December 11, 2010
By Anonymous

My fingers stumble.
They've gotten stiff and cold
and the melody is sour.
My trembling hands have
lost the rythm
and the melody
that once breathed life
warm into my heart.

But as time goes on
and hours pass,
my fingertips tingle
and want to dance again.
They hit every key
and keep the beat.
The pedal thumps in time at my feet.
The music swings.
The house is alive.
The spirit is just beginning to thrive.

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