Piano

My fingers do a dance, here and there, making a sound as each of these five legs press down on their standing; a pretty sort of sound though...

they play about, with a motivation of their own, showing off perhaps, and it would seem that they enjoy this, liking the eyeballs that catch them, it is a courting maneuver between the body parts to see who shall be joined in a holy wedlock of sensory unification.

the ears tune in, paying close attention to a whole new dimension of this exchange. the noise-- music, perhaps it might be called-- streams so fluidly that its a wonder how these hands ever learned to play.