Piano

I let the harmony,
Lift my spirit free,
Allow my fingers dance along,
To create a symphony.

Major or minor,
Notes twirl and sing,
It begins to get louder,
Climax to a cacophony!

My mind races,
I read the notes,
And press keys,
A blur,
A mixture,
Ivory and ebony.

Now music slows,
Brings it to a close,
Making it all seem low,
Like concluding a prose.

Just as I finish,
I skim the keys with glee,
Looking at the contrast between my ivory,
And ebony!

As darkness needs light,
Music needs it too,
A mixture in the notes and keys,
The combo of these two.