July 30, 2020

Gravity, a bitch

Thou art my grand enemy; my grand saviour
You play both parts on the stage of life, on the stage of rehearsal
Ivories enveloped black to white in rows facing towards me

I feel your forces.
Your resistance to change, as I struggle to press down into the keys of an upright
Yet when I drop my finger on the key of our family Steinway B,
Free flowing ease, your grip loosens and it feels alright