The 89th Key
Walking through experience past
arpeggios of reality run past me
carrying tomorrow's consciousness
like flowers yet to bloom
priming my senses
exciting my heart
preparing another sunrise
letting me know once again
light of white beckons one follow
mindful the mountain ranges of black
carry life's half-steps toward tomorrow
merging dissonance with harmony
conflict to resolve
How interesting
this 89th key weeping
and the key (if it was there) i used to love to hit,
that ping! but here in the hands of a poet
has a Chopin ring
john