Perhaps because of the proximity of fingers & song, I initially thought I fumble keys in darkness meant she was sitting at a piano in the dark. Rather than causing a stumble, the misread, immediately corrected by the next line, only added to the delight of the poem. The ambiguity doesn't entirely disappear on re-reading, and I fumble keys in darkness retains a metaphysical flavour...
Anyway, my favourite so far.
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