Nimble fingers deftly strumming
Bringing forth a subtle humming
One mouth moving, one mouth still
A duet, a harmony together they sing.
This way and that subconsciously we swing
Involuntarily we dance, with a shiver a chill
The chords work their magic; our busy minds still
Dust vanishes from our mirror, not a speck we can find
So the true depth of words can settle in our mind
and make straight the path to open our heart
so we too can appreciate this thing called “art”.