The Piano

As I waltz my fingers across the cold ebony and ivory keys,
a soft delicate voice reaches inside my heart
and sends vibrations through my hands.

As I play on the bunched-banana-like keys,
the voice drools out like saliva.
It sounds and feels so soft that it melts into my mouth,
with a taste of vanilla and dark licorice.

The dark spruce sends shivers down my spine,
my fingers running up and down the keys.
I express the gene that runs through my blood,
onto the keys,
not missing a note.