Wanted

"Have you seen these hands?"
My imagination inquired
At a crowded bus stand
Wearily inspired

A pair of hands
That played the ivories
That took a stand
Amongst binary keys

A pair of hands
That drank all they were given
That could help to mend
The mind tired from livin'

A set of supple digits
Little miracle workers
At times they fidgit
At times they turn drummers

At work or at play
Their undeniable presence
Could turn my day
Into effervesence

Have you seen these hands?
They've gone away
Perhaps to another land
To play and to stay

There's no reward
For their return
Nor any award
Because...
Only they are balm
For this burn



JKLM