Curtain Call

Nimble, eager fingertips

Tap, tapping on keys,

As whirling, whimsical wisps of words

Pirouette, happy to be freed

This turn giving way to that leap,

An endless stream of choreography,

Pieces of her soul, willigly bared,

Screaming to be fingerloose

But pulling at her heels

Is love, the need of others,

The sort that requires

Wholehearted focus and action,

Leaving no time for frolicking fingers

Or the constant choreography

That fills her

So she must rest her dancing digits,

She must silence the perpetual score,

For her love is greater

Than her need to pirouette

No regret

A bow, for now,

Because, in her tips,

Tap, tapping to her own tune,

Is hope

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