<*~My Piano~*>
finger-tips tappin’ piano keys, playing a simple symphony
it’s my speech without words somehow I know you hear me
I C-major chords i would relate to A-minor note and song
metronome tick fa my time signature but time takes too long
see it’s one thing to have visions to fortell one’s tragedy
it;s another to be close to the person like ebony and ivory
how should I enjoy tellin’ Nia “ya friend will be murdered”?!!
i couldn’t given the fact: words don’t talk, i’m likely 2 hurt her

Chopin’s Etude n Mozart Salute took my eyes from the window...
call me crazy but this my forte stepped up in full crescendo!!
this is Beethoven’s challenge, he rollin’ twice in his grave
death is my sight of habit, deaf ears but i’m still tryna save!
dear mama how could a gift so good make my mind bleed?
Lord God if this is my call, then this ya daughter in need...
in the blink of an eye the last notes makes the string pop
it’s not a piano, it’s a life-line, sometimes i want it to STOP...
or take it easy on me__


~Based on a true story~
*This my dedication to Nia’s friend, T. and my late Grandpa, A. You two please R.I.P. ...
This whole poem is an extended-metaphor the piano being both an instrument and my mind/soul.. If you got comments, then drop a note please... Thanx fa hearin’ me...
~Special thanx to Mixtape, Triple N, and my guy<-the first to know the real ‘me’ and supportin’ me, thanx y’all....

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