The Piano Keys
my hands on the piano keys
reading my only music piece
emotions spelt in the melody
soothing me from shedded tears
one has to come and go
have to play the broken chord
yesterday was filled with fantancy
today wat a reality
i wish it wud never end
questions live me paralysed
creating some kind of symphony
answers are a mystery
a heartache i hope to bear
i wish i cud live in the sky
the sharps,the flats,the chords
the trills,the crescendos
leading to a cantata
then back to a beautiful sonata
i feel like beethoven
without them music cannot exist
without the ups and downs
the value of life doesnt exist.
Copyright © Sheila Abukayo | Year Posted 2010
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