Black and White Keys
I have always tinkled
From a very young age
On the ivory dashboard
From the dots on the page
The musical freedom
Of the song never sung
The releasing of passions
On which I too readily clung
There's a beauty in music
Like a God given joy
From operatic piano
To the cheap plastic toy
It matters not anytime
Any place you can find
If you call out to music
It responds in a rhyme
Your heart will be full
From the start to the end
With a strange, mystic healing
Any fracture, can mend
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