My lips and fingers
confound music and light.
They dance a stage
of mind’s beginning.
They hold the sense
of play before pattern.
On fingers and lips
heaven’s scent lingers.
The circle of reverie
is open within.
My lips and fingers
confound music and light.
They dance a stage
of mind’s beginning.
They hold the sense
of play before pattern.
On fingers and lips
heaven’s scent lingers.
The circle of reverie
is open within.