Fingers Dance

My fingers dance

within this quiet dream.

We are confined,

yet still we sway.

I'm no foreigner in your mind;

We've both seen this place before.

An endless performance;

before an endless crowd.

But strangely enough,

I have never known your name...

And strangely further,

You will never know mine.

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