Now and yet to come

Fingers moving so swiftly across the keys
Like chattering teeth on a frosty morning
You can hear the touch
You can touch the sound
Slipping through one sphere to the next
Gliding across the wake of an ocean
Like glass between worlds
They touch
Like time and space
They touch
Like body, soul and spirit.


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