Something old

Fingers that tap
That braid
That knot

Fingers that hold
Your face
And wipe snot

That caress
And trace
One two three four

Fingers that push through that door
Fleetingly pass over
A red raw ache

A pain,
How much can you take

Catch the rain
Thread through the rain
Prance up and down
The window pane

Then touch a cheek
Catch a tear
Cradle it in your palm
So dear

Create music
Create memories
Create majesty that lingers

Weave magic with your fingers.