Unfinished

With a soft touch of my fingers sweet sounds emerge
Beckoning me to come closer like the temptation

 

A great lollipop brings a young dawdling child,
And as I press against the white and ebony keys

 

A wondrous sensation envelops me as that young child has
Drooling over the sweet confection in it’s mouth.

 

A high, a low; each key develops a different note,
Adding to the composition of my life–

 

A rhapsody many have heard, but few have listened.
Yet, it is never complete for it lacks the key to the grand finale,

 

Like a cup of creamy hot chocolate without any marshmallows,
Or whipped cream, it is good, but not as satisfying,

 

And only thing missing to turn this composition around
Is another to intertwine with it, creating a symphony

 

Greater than Mozart’s 5th, but as for now it lies
Unfinished yearning for that key to excellence.