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we have scientifically declared
your anvil work to be
that pinna-cle of measure
the most stimulating strike
of tympanic symphony
our biology's thin skin
has ever captured
subduing stirrups
hammering hard upon the nerve
swaying cochleae
to standing-hair ovation
and the brain,
that seat of fire in the soul
tunes involuntary pitch against
your unassuming A,
flowing like quick lightening-
those fingers play
like God upon clod Adam
making music more than man