Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The Programmer


Fingers raced, soul ablaze.
Beauty birthed, from sweaty gaze.

Witnesses sighed, as it all came together,
off the board and into the theater.

Acclaim echoed, what dexterous fingers!
How subtly, on this verse she lingers!

The master played, by the strain, roused.
She played knowingly, to a deaf house.