Fingers tap on the shoulders keys
Can I steal you for a moment please?
In sign language knuckles are begging please!
No answer given by pressure at ease
Hands will forever wait without a feed
The silence breaks allowing force to lead
The fingers attack with muscles in need
Dancing all over suffocating with greed
Answers delivered in notes to read
The combinations result is filled seats
Ears start to smile receiving treat
Tones follow each other in a line so neat
Goosebumps are hatching standing a fleet
Towards the ending audience rise to feet
Hands prepare to shower with a meet
Fingers gather strength for eager repeats
Silence is a battle won worth winning the complete
POETTA'S THERAPEUTIC POETRY 