Ayaphillic

I walked through the aisle of time

And I caught a distinct sound

One that was sweet and sublime

A melody that singly bound

The black and white of my former time

With every note, I was drawn closer

Until it sounded more pronounced

And the memories made even clearer!

For a moment I paused to wonder

Why the music had abruptly ceased to play

The chance once mine was gone to the yonder

But maimed and enfeebled, I had to stay

The black and white ivories continued to linger

Now foreign to my phalanges, tears deluged

And at each meeting comes a sigh

Here was my comfort, my refuge

For hours and hours I sat depleted

But with every touch, my fingers come aroused!

With every note was music conveyed

Every music was passion expressed

And with every expression was memory stirred

Black and white, bitter and sweet

In harmony, they sought to replenish

The feeble, the confused, the delicate

The pianissimos tenderly declared

Of life’s gentle whispers of wisdom

The fortissimos gallantly proclaimed

Of the deafening silence of solitude and calm

The crescendos steadily stirred

Every wearied, decrepit soul, the wrecked

While the decrescendos brought at ease

The busied, confused and hurried intellect

Every melody played to existence

The memories of black and white

When fears were always wiped when dense

By each sheer trill of notes’ delight

The black and white ivory keys now cleanse

The desolated heart’s catastrophe

For in music’s devoted ivory tower

Was found her truest sense of security.

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