shy and shadow, bric-a-brac
crafty cues the master makes
latent once, now lightning cracks
beneath a skin the toucher wakes

pull a string
they'll go 'round in rings
tap a tune
their heads'll balloon

above, below confetti bits
parade the pawns of foregone games
master crowned in crystal sits
where no one knows each other's names

turn a key
for the repartee
twist a tongue
the pre-game's done