The 89th Key

Fingering 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
like a piano's 52 white
36 black
differences getting along

Imagination's 89th key knows not
but to smile
and weep