Dancing on my Fingertips

Music floats downstairs. Loud enough
for me to hear, but not understand.
I sit in the loft at my laptop immersed

in the quiet of writing, that love affair
of words and spaces, syllable by syllable,
dancing on my fingertips from one key

press to another. This is the music my
heart dances to.

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