Black and White

The music plays
The beat running through me
Yet not soothing me
It flows through my fingertips
And onto the keys
The keys prooving that two can become one

Black and white
White and black
Two keys become one

A pianest isn't looked at from the outside
But instead from the inside
We are viewed from our hearts

If we were to look at each other from the outside
We all are different
In our own unique ways

The way we play varies
Varies between everyone
Some can improvise
Others cannot

We look at each other in amazement
But when we watch ourselves think differently
Differently from what others say

Our feeling are expressed through the ways we play
Soft and sweet when we're in love
Tough as nails when we have bad days

We are drawn to each other by this
This method to our madness
Madness in our hearts, minds, and lives

The notes may be on the page
But that doesn't mean we play them all
Skip a few, add a few
It doesn't matter
We live in this world where we are only critized by the outside
Not the inside