Music Heard
Upon perception, a rolling wooden box
with three pedals a misconception
Slick ivory keys the color of milk with black onyx halves
in between, if you please.
Eighty-eight beautiful notes made of perfection,
fifty-two white and thirty-six black
Middle “C” is the place to start, move your fingers up
eight white beauties and you have made art
Sharps, flats, quarter notes, half notes,
it is time to “rest.”
Loud, soft, strong, with feeling, sit up straight
and give the bench some respect
Treble clef, bass clef written by all the best
Mozart, Bach, Chopin, DeBussy know these keys
Glorious musical emotions to be heard
It takes you to places you have never seen
All shapes and sizes, don’t you want one of me?
©Holly P. Moore
December 2012
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