Cold white keys beneath my fingers
Chords, gentle rhythms
A voice that can not remain silent.
Leave the monotony behind, enter a domain
of expressive tones, harmonious intervals
A beautiful world
within which the untrained voice creates
a satisfying fulfilling song
and uncoordinated, spastic hands
have special natural ability.
Creamy white against ebony
Clear and distinct, in contrast to
in a vague, obscure existence.
They entice this soul to abandon all
to escape the everyday life in their magic.
A temptation great for a dreamy artist
who instead sits now at a computer keyboard
I wrote this sometime after I had given up my dream to be a full time musician. I went from singing in a dinner restaurant, singing at weddings and cocktail hours and at church services and at special events, to no playing or singing at all. I had a baby and became ill and once I became a mother and was raising her and dealing with my illness, the music fell into the background. For 22 years now I have worked in computers, but deep inside there is a musician screaming to come out….