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.

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