Fingertips of Gold

You touch the keys, not to impress

But to shake off all the stress

Play a tune I’ve never heard

Still, I know your every word

You brush the crumbs off your book

Give the quiet that certain look

And suddenly the air feels new

Just from sharing space with you

You don’t try to make me whole

But you reach me, soul to soul

With your fingertips of gold

Turning simple into bold

Even when the world is cold

You make stories sweetly told

Fingertips that never claim

But they whisper just the same

You don’t speak, you gently hold—

With your fingertips of gold

No sparkle, no grand plan

Just you being who you am

You don't paint a perfect scene

But you bring back what I mean

Every page you flip and glide

Tells me love is soft inside

Not in fire, not in fold—

But in fingertips of gold