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	<title>My Writing Journal &#187; Thomas Eakins</title>
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		<title>With Her Touch: Poem</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Artist: Thomas Eakins With Her Touch Music alights with the movement of her fingers It resonates in waves that echo through her body Invisible energy flows – electric with her touch She closes her eyes to focus on sensuous ripples Her fingers at play – in a courting dance with the keys Her piano responds [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Eakins" target="_blank">Thomas Eakins</a></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><strong><em>With Her Touch</em></strong></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Music alights with the movement of her fingers<br />
It resonates in waves that echo through her body</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Invisible energy flows – electric with her touch<br />
She closes her eyes to focus on sensuous ripples</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Her fingers at play – in a courting dance with the keys<br />
Her piano responds – with laughter between the notes</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Music teases her in ebbs and flows – silence and sound<br />
Embracing her – caressing her – engulfing her</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She feels its loving waves build and … build and … build<br />
Until she’s completely a washed in a crescendo of sound</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">Finally, as the music fades &#8211; sitting at the piano – exhausted<br />
She simply takes a quiet breath – as her soul smiles within</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Michael</em></p>
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