Image: Hands by Pexels at Pixabay.com
His ancient hands float across the keys.
He holds us mesmerised as the music takes us with him.
His focus is far away, his fingers dance and intrigue us
we too see the pale girl, the troubled waters,
we feel her pain, we feel reconciled with her
the final note brings satisfaction.
Written for: https://katmyrman.com/2017/11/21/twittering-tales-59-21-november-2017/
Morpethroad 
A masterpiece! Very nicely done Michael.
Thanks Kat, you are very kind..
My pleasure! 😊
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