I want to play
you: a piano song,
writ in a happy key.
It’s something written
for just you and me,
and seems complete…
a collection of white keys
that’s so pure and clean.
Yet, as I descend
through the scale,
I learn about the blackness
in-between.
Few worthwhile songs
were ever written
without the black keys
and as I struggle
to force this all into
something purely major,
I realize that
I am playing myself,
a piano song,
writ from only broken strings…
that was ever the danger, it’s
writ only to be black and brief.
©️ Obol, 2019.
That’s gloomy.
Perhaps it’s a reflection on the last few weeks, but I am actually in a pretty ‘white key’ mood today… whatever that means.
