Music- part two

again self explanatory

I sit down

Spotlights hot on my hair

Piano black as night

Smooth like glass

Ivory keys

Black and white

To each their own sound

Put them together and they make

A chord, a measure, and then a piece

Concerto, Toccatina, Serenata

All in their own styles.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Place my fingers on the keys,

And go into the world of pure ecstasy

Reviews

[Melissa]

I like the simplicity of the poem, especially in the beginning/middle-ish. It's really almost like a piano itself: simple - very black and white - but in its entirety, a beautiful creation.