U n l o c k M e

Smooth, ebony wood, on which fingertips glide
like dancers
Black and white, the keys call to me, begging me
to unlock doors which only I can unlock
The cool leather against my legs as I sit
placing my fingers atop the keys
Time ceases to exist
the music echoing and flowing around the room
as effortlessly as a waterfall
Slowly, slowly, the final chord is hit
and the magic falls away
as dead as if I had pierced it through the heart
But a smile is alight on my face
on my heart
on my fingertips
Picking up my pencil, I make a
correction, scribbling and enjoying the sound of graphite
on paper, the sound of my song being written,
the sound of my magic
Set down the pencil and smile at the sheet of paper
Take places on the keys
and unlock the doors which only I can unlock