Her Hands by Raymond A. Foss
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello
Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the lines to urge the quiver of the song from the wood
Elongated notes vibrate of the wire a fog of sound crafted by knowing hands
3/4/05 10:00pm edited 3/23/05 9:00pm about Andrea Schripsema
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