Piano
My hands are whispering
Aching to touch the stone-white keys
Eager to rekindle the relationship between
The tips of my fingers and my soul.
Music rings in my ears
My fingers slowly tapping the air
I am wrapped in a melodious vibration
Warped by a sea of black notes
Once hypnotized,
Black notes are merely just ink blots on a clean white page
I am stunned...yet floating
Swimming amongst a sea of clefs and ink blots
Perhaps I could drown in that forever
And one day, I could relish my yearn to feel the
stone-white keys under my fingers
And rekindle the mesmerizing sound that flows out of them.
Aching to touch the stone-white keys
Eager to rekindle the relationship between
The tips of my fingers and my soul.
Music rings in my ears
My fingers slowly tapping the air
I am wrapped in a melodious vibration
Warped by a sea of black notes
Once hypnotized,
Black notes are merely just ink blots on a clean white page
I am stunned...yet floating
Swimming amongst a sea of clefs and ink blots
Perhaps I could drown in that forever
And one day, I could relish my yearn to feel the
stone-white keys under my fingers
And rekindle the mesmerizing sound that flows out of them.