Finger tips that dance
Over paper so devine.
That write the words
Of love and passion.
They put the notes
To death and pain.
They write away
The hurt of day.
Twisting pen
And fragments of mind,
Come to life
With the fingers\' simple moves.
Type or write.
Keybroad or paper.
The words come together,
In an age old dance
Of mind and letters.
They write of our souls.
They sing of our minds.
Paper and fingers,
Amazing they are together.
To touch the soul,
Is to live.
To remember it all
And share it with any,
Is the wonder the touch to paper
With finger tips can do.
