pessimismpoet

Piano

I am just a piece of piano
Keys
The blacks and whites
Connect together
And make a wonderful
Song

Clefs on the paper of
The piano sheet
Makes the words
Alive with feelings
Telling it’s stories of
Chronicles

Sonnets
In poems
With music it
Turns into
A bird’s singing
A singer’s voice
Connected to people’s hearts

I am white
I can be black
Or just a
Pointless existence
Without people’s
Touch
Silence is the
Only thing I have
When I stood alone