Black and white keys
Alternate on the seas
The roaring waves
The ocean sprays
A plink, a waterdrop
A note, the music stop
The comfort where I go
When words won't do
But music, they say,
Music is always true
Whether I need to think
Or shout
Or cry
Or pray
These keys
Are the escape of me
Whether good or bad
Happy or sad
Downcast or glad
The keys are there
They are beauty
They are pain
Every one is a trigger
A bullet on the strings
A bullet to my wings
They felled me from grace
From the highest place
Back to earth
Downed by bullets
Of music
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Rhyme & Reason - Poetry
PoetryTwenty poems you won't want to miss. "I wrote a book of rhyme and reason, of simple words for time and season." A best-of compilation, containing selected entries from my previous works: Poems of the Left Hand, Spring and Light, and Ecru Skies. Also...
