Slow Down, You're Doing Fine

My fingertips lightly
brush the ivory keys,
They press down,
fumbling with an old
but familiar tune.
My fingers move clumsily
about the keys,
trying desperately to remember
songs I knew by heart.
I stumble, but soon,
my fingers know the way,
and soft melodies fill
the room
and even I
am in awe.

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