I see your hands bewitch the keys,
Surrender they gay notes to please.
A graceful rise, a sudden pounce!
True majesty as climax mounts!
A crashing roar, and then, no more,
As gentle fingers trip to shore.

You trembling sit and cannot stand;
A tide of joy has full command.
The light of life shines from your face,
And you’re the “it” of your own place.

I neither move nor say a word;
I, too, am lit by what I’ve heard.
And what I see that you cannot
Will never ever be forgot.

Your knight bewitched is off his knees,
Surrenders he a whispered, “please”.
A quiet step, he here does stand
And kisses, oh! one gentle hand.

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