Black & White

June 6, 2011
So sit the keys in silent air.

Black and white calling to be sound.

As I sit here, I have no care.

Inspiration is all around.


The pedal hits the ground so soft.

My fingers move from black to white.

The sound occupies my mind oft.

More beautiful than any sight.


If choosing from my ears or eyes,

Crystal would be the clarity.

No sight could ever compromise

The sound that fills the air with me.


Emotion's sound is now unfurled;

For black and white color my world.





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