The Tap Dance

your fingers tap dance

oh they bestow this pain

don’t you play on me like that

lending an illusion of rain

while your dance produces

words of love, lust and chains

of thoughts that play

in delight sometimes, and sometimes in disdain

i like it when you glide on me

your touch of benevolent grace

and the times when you pause

and look down on my face

but when you're done with me

you tap on me no more

and tuck me away somewhere

waiting for more taps in store

take me out, i wait

for your touch again this time

you wouldn't find a better keyboard

for what you shell out in dimes!