fingers

my humming fingers

wake & break  

the morning silence

melodically drumming

against my coffee cup

or pouring my heart

onto a blank page

while they’re

wrapped, passionately

embracing a pen

instead of the tremulous

strumming they’d make

singing out a

symphonic climax

across the continent

of your skin

oh, yes. my fingers

are awake & pressed

against the keys

that pay the bills

still sometimes longing

spills out of them

composing prose

instead of data entry

all in a day’s worth

of mindless work

to kill the time

but I always find

this, meaningless

the full power

& potential

of my fingers

is never realized

unless

somehow

they are reaching you.