8 January 2013
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.
Piano • Opuss № I