Keys

My mind stays dazed

as my fingers graze

the key that plays

each note.

Each sharp and flat,

accidental, or nat,

fits exactly where

it goes.

My hands, they float

like the sea makes a boat

as they play the notes

that cause pain.

They pain me so greatly

the tunes might make me

cry as they take me

away.

A piano

A beautiful thing

An instrument

meant to be made to sing

A life I love,

led by the tones

of a piano

It's my heart and my soul

Music swirls swiftly

as I strike each key nimbly

and I complement quickly

with voice.

The sweet saprano

with ringing vibrato

Then comes the alto

with choice

harmonies.

I would not say I love

but would say I am in

The piano brings me up

The piano makes me sing

Keys are made

to be played

So why not stay?

I shall stay and play.