His Hands
Masculine broad fingers delicately pluck the strings
fingernails manicured to perfection.
His knuckles tight and tense
his right-hand moves with such expression.
The sound is soothing and calming
his left hand soft and warm expertly plays.
His face in concentration
he looks at me with a smile quickening the pace.
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