Eighty eight keys
Ivory and obsidian
So patient with me,
Since the very start
Through every wrong note
And each mis-count
You type my music
In our own secret language
We together speak
Now only simple sentences
Soon to be detailed conversations
You help me make sense
Of my world
Like a handbook
Or a tour guide
I’m sure the secrets of life
Are tangled in with the strings
Eighty eight keys
Of which you possess
Once they were ice white
And a dazzling jet black
Through years of playing
The smooth gloss now rough
Where my fingers always press
Oddly enough, it’s what feels right
What I know
To play
Across keys, against others’ music
We write our own
That is unique
A new story
No one else sees through your eyes or mine
So we tell our own song with
Eighty eight keys
Ivory and obsidian