Delicate
Yet an inner strength
Radiates
Shoulders, arms, hands & fingers
So fine, refined
I watch as your long fingers
Seemingly float over the keys
The curves of your back
Your breathing given away
You know I am watching
My gaze penetrates
I listen as you play
The same notes
The chords a clue
The subtle cues
I know your body
Our language
You are mine

Pete Ibbertson 20 October 2012