A piano is not gray
for a reason.
The notes are either right,
or they are wrong.
Black and white
are the only two places
my fingers can wander to.
For some, that is too few.
But to me,
the fewer the options, the better.
And with twelve years
of both wrong and right behind me,
My wandering appendages don’t often stray
very far from perfection.
Christmas carols, duets, pop songs, jazz,
movie music, and even Bach don’t phase me
(well, Bach might).
Instead, they lift a smile to my face,
and send shivers down my spine.