I’m sorry for staring,

But that delicious melody revived my vapid form.

Those petite alabaster bits move so briskly,

That they lull the ever present anxiety accompanying daily life.

For a moment the world revolves around nothing,

A simple serenade in D minor will suffice.


An elegant pattern of rhythm constructing an enigma,

Transforming bitter actuality into luscious fantasy.

The desperate dry trails of my creativity cower,

Until the glorious composition begins.

I tread the musical waters, awaiting the waves of revitalization.

I’m sorry for staring, but the piano is my favorite instrument.