Black and White

The world goes black beyond these walls 

as I rush to write the notes.

My hands move quick and my fingers fall 

to find the keys with every stroke.

A minute passes without my notice

my attention undivided

my thoughts connect and I know this.

Each single note united.

Not a care in the world as I play.

It is my own sanctuary.

Music is my escape

and I think of who I will marry

as my fingers crawl down eighty-one

my thoughts begin to drift 

from piano to acts I hate I’ve done

through memories I sort and sift.

It calms my mind, clears it too

to allow for deeper thought 

from hatred to “I love you”

to the times my loved ones fought.

My mind moves as quick as my hands

piano provokes thoughts most profound

the song slows like waves on soft sand 

until I cease to make these sounds.

I lift my hands, and begin to walk away

the world gains light.

I glance back at the keys I love to play 

the beautiful, black and white.