88 Keys
by Hannah Custer
Black and Brown,
Spinet and Grand,
Tone and Quality.
The keys open windows,
That lead to new doors.
Black and White,
White and Black
Your fingers dance over the colors.
The hammers hit,
And the pedals damper.
The air is heavy.
The sounds are melting the air around them,
Like gold being melted into a smooth liquid.
You read the scribbles on the paper
Somehow, you know exactly what they mean.
The piece has been around for years
Composed by the best,
For the best.
But you wonder,
What would happen if I did this?
Your hands move in opposite directions
and a new melody follows.
The sounds end.
Perhaps the greatest sounds of all.
That I’m proud to call my own.
From my Piano.
Spinet and Grand,
Tone and Quality.
The keys open windows,
That lead to new doors.
Black and White,
White and Black
Your fingers dance over the colors.
The hammers hit,
And the pedals damper.
The air is heavy.
The sounds are melting the air around them,
Like gold being melted into a smooth liquid.
You read the scribbles on the paper
Somehow, you know exactly what they mean.
The piece has been around for years
Composed by the best,
For the best.
But you wonder,
What would happen if I did this?
Your hands move in opposite directions
and a new melody follows.
The sounds end.
Perhaps the greatest sounds of all.
That I’m proud to call my own.
From my Piano.