Waltz in Black and White

I waltz in a sea of black and of white;

As I have done from morn’ to noon’s past --

An eternal waltz in supine moonlight

 

Those keys have always been there, hands in sight;

And the dance has never left me for last --

I waltz in a sea of black and of white

 

They forced me the keys when I had no might;

Now black is to comfort; white haunts my past --

An eternal waltz in supine moonlight

 

When I waltz with them I feel as a kite;

Keys to my soul, they have held me steadfast --

I waltz in a sea of black and of white

 

Eighty-eight keys, and never were they trite;

They grew to my heart; for them lilies passed --

An eternal waltz in supine moonlight

 

Those bold eighty-eight, power infinite;

They are of my skin, and never recast --

I waltz in a sea of black and of white;

An eternal waltz in supine moonlight.

Author's Note

For a contest. This too is a villanelle.

I wonder if you can guess what I'm talking about? :D

Reviews

[Nish Nish the Fish]

well of course you're talking about the magic of playing a piano! :) (..i hope) and you've done it superbly! Good luck in the contest! I love your imagery in this piece, the idea of piano keys (maybe) coming alive and filling you with spirit and giving you a place to "waltz." Love it! Well done!