His Hands

His beautiful hands
Was a sight to see
As his right fingers
Danced on the ivory keys

His music was soft
Like a sweet gentle breeze
As his left hand caressed
The ebony keys

As long as I live
I will see no other
With hands, like the hands
Of my beloved father

In loving memory of my precious father
and remembering his strong beautiful hands.
With love, PJ 1998