Sit here to play the keys;
the sound of my heart
trailing down my cheek.
Saltwater drops on a crisp,
white cotton sleeve.
Roll it up with a deep breath
in between notes.
Little ivory bars
carry the anguish
of unspoken cries
as they twist and strain,
becoming something beautiful.
Longing to be heard correctly.
Ebony to give balance and depth.
Always a dance
between the dark and the light.
That’s where the mind’s fight lies.
Never escaping the endless circle.
Someday it will end,
but then my words might leave.