Roughened Fingertips
When fingertips are rough
Connect them with the wire
And let them freely slide and twang
The resonate supplier
The frequency transpire
And waves that flood the room
Do soften roughened fingertips
When audit’ries abloom
How sonic muse do plume
So disregard the stage
It’s in your hands, it’s there and then
Embittered and assuaged
The opened spruce-wood cage
And canvas to bedeck
Do welcome roughened fingertips
To dance the wiry neck
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