My Piano

The summer hummed softly, the winter fingers red with fury
The blackbird comes, the blackbird goes
Perched on three legs, supporting 88 scales of sleek solemn silhouettes
Black and white keys whispering secrets from the soul
Haunted by the sepia-toned ghosts of memory
I do remember how we met
I do remember how it goes
White. Black.
White. Black.
White----.
The white rules over the black
Happiness, glory, pride. Majority.
Though the black do produce such succinct sounds of visible determination --- Of strain.
Where are the sounds of music?
Reminiscing of my childhood
Summer hair wilted, winter fingers frozen with fury
Filled with memories, successes and tears down my soft baby cheek
As such simple chromatic keys of a piano fill-----
Comfort and solitude, embedded in my desire for music.