Codes Into My Flute

My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.  
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument.
Their fierceness awakens as the flute warms from my breath.
They move faster, changing the rhythm,
Giving it strength it had not found before.
The melody flows out easily,
Creating a delicate sound
That echoes through the air.  
My fingers twirl, shape,
And linger.  
My tongue bounces and refracts
Off my teeth,
Creating a crisp, defined sound.
My fingers dance across my keys,
And it’s amazing what they’re able to create.