Colouring the Page

On a canvas of white my words flow in black I can conjure an image and no colour will it lack I can make stars twinkle in the darkest of nights And bring you snowflakes when dawn breaks light On an old piano I tickle keys of white Caressing ones of ebony for a melody that delights I can make clouds appear in cotton balls of white Then blacken them with inky stains to make raindrops take flight But if ebony and ivory never meet These things you'll never see Your world would be blurred in shades of gray Without the hues of poetry 2-19-17